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My life is coming to a Holt, I feel the pain beneath my leathered Skin grow stronger, Pounding and shredding from within. Tried so hard to shove it aside, Yet, it appears, faster than it should. I lay in bed, knowing full well that, I am alone, yet I feel so insecure about my Surroundings. Shadows creeping upon my wall, Haunted thoughts running through this Shallow hall. Feeling every word that has been put down On paper, Somehow releasing the enemy within this Warped dimension. Bracing myself for the truthful answers Behind each suffocating question.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
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My life is coming to a Holt, I feel the pain beneath my leathered Skin grow stronger, Pounding and shredding from within. Tried so hard to shove it aside, Yet, it appears, faster than it should. I lay in bed, knowing full well that, I am alone, yet I feel so insecure about my Surroundings. Shadows creeping upon my wall, Haunted thoughts running through this Shallow hall. Feeling every word that has been put down On paper, Somehow releasing the enemy within this Warped dimension. Bracing myself for the truthful answers Behind each suffocating question.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
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