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Mar 2015
Born in a Golden Casket
I was destined for failure

Upon my exit I began to run through life, fatigue was a rareity, stumbles were few

But it was all a Trap

The delights of Damnation kept me running, and hid the wall in which I would eventually hit

Then it happened

And I run no more
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Graham Cox
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