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Feb 2015
it is this purgatory state
that drove me to the edge     
i do not know how others do it         
i'm lost within my head             
wrongs are swirling all around me                 
rights have fell away                     
what's my final resting place,                        
i will have no say                         
you can plea and cry and beg                            
your wrongs are prominent                            
lies won't get lost in his eyes                            
lucky that you're dead                          
it is this purgatory state                        
that made you go insane                   
you apologize for all your wrongs           
but the answer is the same
simon
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simon  Massachusetts, USA
(Massachusetts, USA)   
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