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Can't find the future, I've lost the past. My mind is shattered, Like broken glass. One too many, A line too long. Burn another, The needles drawn. Way too high, Can't hear a sound. It's way too late, I'm six feet down.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
Way Too Late
Can't find the future, I've lost the past. My mind is shattered, Like broken glass. One too many, A line too long. Burn another, The needles drawn. Way too high, Can't hear a sound. It's way too late, I'm six feet down.
paul-passero
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
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