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Years that before Mercy neared close enough That the blur of the scene Disappeared in the rough So unsure what I mean Or where would i reconvene... And with whom? When we are were we are where they are there just to consume... Everything they could. Selling off everything that's good. From that blinding white clear disaster I thought I must fight or I'll rot even faster I fought so I might keep from finding I'm not really right and what's left's just reminding me how High I shot and now why I forgot to keep track what I bought that I caught up a lesson I set out too taught
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
4years clean
Years that before Mercy neared close enough That the blur of the scene Disappeared in the rough So unsure what I mean Or where would i reconvene... And with whom? When we are were we are where they are there just to consume... Everything they could. Selling off everything that's good. From that blinding white clear disaster I thought I must fight or I'll rot even faster I fought so I might keep from finding I'm not really right and what's left's just reminding me how High I shot and now why I forgot to keep track what I bought that I caught up a lesson I set out too taught
Just spewing, will be back for reviewing later
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
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