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I'll escape the pain that lives inside the bed of sorrows, where I lie the hell, I call my mind I'll escape by getting high I'll grow wings and I'll fly higher than a tree away from this place smoking on a leaf and make My escape
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 10:05 PM UTC
My Escape
I'll escape the pain that lives inside the bed of sorrows, where I lie the hell, I call my mind I'll escape by getting high I'll grow wings and I'll fly higher than a tree away from this place smoking on a leaf and make My escape
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 10:05 PM UTC
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