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May 2015
Pulling my veins from hollow cracks, pushing my prayers to the max, lying down inside of myself, open courage and ******* up wealth, drowning in the mist of sobriety, like a raw egg shell that is chipping away in society, leave the trap that tends to hold, my curled up skin that feels so cold, is this me or a ruptured cell? That was cloned on the out skirts of hell, blessed within my tearing thoughts, just give me a home to tie these knots, severed ends that choke within, my flying heart and evil sin, I ache inside with recycled hate, no disposal but is it too late?????
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