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Pull my sleeve as I descend, to my cave my holy den. Comfort me and make me see there's so much more that I can be.  impetuous brain, inevitably insane. When i die what will remain. A hollow shell an empty name , A calling, unavailing to all days. Take these bricks  tie them suit The extra weight will help me lose Watch as I'm pulled to my abyss The hollow feel of deaths first kiss. The final breath of life you'll live. gone with a gasp it goes so quick. It's over now... i really quit
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
Abyss
Pull my sleeve as I descend, to my cave my holy den. Comfort me and make me see there's so much more that I can be.  impetuous brain, inevitably insane. When i die what will remain. A hollow shell an empty name , A calling, unavailing to all days. Take these bricks  tie them suit The extra weight will help me lose Watch as I'm pulled to my abyss The hollow feel of deaths first kiss. The final breath of life you'll live. gone with a gasp it goes so quick. It's over now... i really quit
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
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