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Feb 2015
like a lost soul from god
nobody will find me

with blisters on my feet
i can only stand here and burn
but only burn half the way

like a black cancer
i try to wash away
feelings of pain

bleeding from my eye's
i only see red

with tears of ash
from my wallowing head

my mouth hang downwards
with expiration of a cancelled date

hate
death
no will

spitting
**** with me again

i can only pretend to tell the truth
with formidable lies
DC raw love
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DC raw love  Alexandria
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