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Jan 2015
-I can't live right now
Lips moving fast
Words I can't hear
-I think death might be near
Scrambled thoughts
Breaking bones
-Why don't you try it?
Everything fades
You start to pace
-Overdose on feeling
I might stop
Take me away
-Soliloquie ahead
Danger danger
We tape what has ripped
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