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Jun 2015
Yes.
I feel it. My worse fear.
It's coming for me.
It's armies marching upon me
I know my time is up.   My mistakes and past come to hunt me down.
There's nothing I can do except to face it. Alone.
My so called allies and friends deserted me to die.
But here I am. Counting my days.
When will this be over?
Gun Boy
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Gun Boy  A sick world
(A sick world)   
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   Leyla Jude and Kelly
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