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all these nights writing rhymes thinking through all the same **** wasting all my ******* time hoping luck might come my was a bit asking myself whats the point to it all trying to help but wasting my breath going through stupid medication withdrawal thinking of ways to bring my own death everything thing seems to be gray now I can't even write **** trying to make this poetic.... **** everything
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
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all these nights writing rhymes thinking through all the same **** wasting all my ******* time hoping luck might come my was a bit asking myself whats the point to it all trying to help but wasting my breath going through stupid medication withdrawal thinking of ways to bring my own death everything thing seems to be gray now I can't even write **** trying to make this poetic.... **** everything
kyler-williams
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
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