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Puzzle Pieces

If you were to search my bedroom, don't expect to find any treasures. Besides my bed you are likely to find a years worth of empty pharmaceuticals to cure a life of ill pleasures. If you were to search my bedroom, don't expect that you will piece the puzzle together. Because the reason I am, the way that I am, is not because the pieces are jumbled, but because some never existed at all. If you were to search my bedroom, don't expect to find me there - for that is a life that I left behind. Why you may ask? I'll pick you a flower I planted inside my head, and we'll see how long you can bear its potency.
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beau-phoenix-rose
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Nov 19, 2011
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