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Am I really just a....

Trick the mind to satisfy.  Replicate the twitch,you're feasting in this ditch.  A dancing room of empty classes, a body of open gashes.  You swear to stop this fevil mistress from getting out.  But your trapped here and can't get out.  

 

Your lost in your own mess, left to rot.  So plug your teeth in and get ready for a laugh cause nothing simpler should hold you back.  And I know it hurts but the shelves of bottles should not shelter your heart attack.  Keep it steady even for a moment and you'll swear it's forever, but thats a great reaction to visit.

 

No hesational knots.  Try not to lose your voice or keep yelling to find a peaceful plot.  Your trying to hard to keep it all steady, so much that youre losing trace of all you got.  Trust me and don't waste all your words to figure out what will always linger and be forgot.

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Apr 2, 2011
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