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Drowning

Sometimes I feel like fucking drowning leaving the surface and floating 'round to release words that mix up with waters weighing us down to the ground air pockets rise, filled with sound and get drowned out by the useless crap that we surround ourselves with I will be no more proud but I will not stop getting loud or fade in the crowd I will never relax or quit chasing the clout until this last note bellows out I will fight to the death of me or them whichever comes next I will not rest until my last cold breath leaks out heard there's plenty of time to sleep when you're dead so I live like there's not enough hours left press on strong I'm the artist of a brand new dawn crossed every single line that's ever been drawn now all alone, I see that I'm wrong but i just keep making these songs until I'm gone
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Jul 11, 2011
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