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Jan 2015
Who am I?
Where have I been?
Look to the past then side to side,
The voices in my head seem to remind,
Me of a place once found now lost,
I found it,
Didn't like it,
Wished to hell I could forget it,
Cuz this man I used to be
isn't the one thats set out for me
This one isn't right,
So with all my might I
take my face to the grinder and
Remove him.
I can start fresh from the remains...
BeAutiFul ConFuSion
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