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Dying for some life, i have the audacity to walk into a prison and complain to the bars I'm not sure why I chose this anymore, but then I could never plan ahead of the next storm I'm dying for a drink and despite the water risen I was taught to not to take when I can not give so thirst strikes another blow, the pain it hits me, it lays me low but I will not take that bite
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
A swim
Dying for some life, i have the audacity to walk into a prison and complain to the bars I'm not sure why I chose this anymore, but then I could never plan ahead of the next storm I'm dying for a drink and despite the water risen I was taught to not to take when I can not give so thirst strikes another blow, the pain it hits me, it lays me low but I will not take that bite
jake-meizell
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
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