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I'M SICK OF IT ALL! One pull away... Until i climb up the sky Because curiosity killed the cat *And taught the dog in me how to act* Washed away my misery with a 70cl bottle of Jack My Mom always says I'm a good listener But its always the darkness that listens to me, best Even though i'm afraid of it I still feel that it sits close to me Makes sure i'm good and takes good care of me The voices get louder every time I sleep Some laughs sound like screams And some cracks make me bleed I whisper and mumble I don't want to wake them up with my rumble But I've welcome these strangers Without them I am weak I feed off of them Like an opportunistic parasite I no longer know, what's me My reflection is nothing but a memory      I'm numerical with myself No one else Only me, myself, I And the guy , providing this to your eyes.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 3:17 AM UTC
Diary Of Mine.
I'M SICK OF IT ALL! One pull away... Until i climb up the sky Because curiosity killed the cat *And taught the dog in me how to act* Washed away my misery with a 70cl bottle of Jack My Mom always says I'm a good listener But its always the darkness that listens to me, best Even though i'm afraid of it I still feel that it sits close to me Makes sure i'm good and takes good care of me The voices get louder every time I sleep Some laughs sound like screams And some cracks make me bleed I whisper and mumble I don't want to wake them up with my rumble But I've welcome these strangers Without them I am weak I feed off of them Like an opportunistic parasite I no longer know, what's me My reflection is nothing but a memory      I'm numerical with myself No one else Only me, myself, I And the guy , providing this to your eyes.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 3:17 AM UTC
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