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I am the image of a life i've never wanted to live Stuck in-between two bodies Not a man or a kid My mind flows fast like the blood from a split wrist I have no gift I'm running from my own hitlist The clock blinks faster but the time won't change I'm hardwired to a life that I can't rearrange Rewrite these codes that have kept me restrained So I can find the red wire to cut loose in my brain
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connor-lee
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Mar 27, 2011
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