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May 2015
Ruined space to make me try, over and over I hear my cry, block this blame from my path, think out loud and do my math, cut me open and steal my pride, I thought by now it should of died, burn this case which was never dismissed, plot my move without a kiss, turn my blame in every direction, to find my way to a new selection, hide this chain but not to far, land this pain with a bleeding scar.....
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PoETE Poet-Pete  L.A/L.V/EU
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