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Jun 2015
Oh, I've been low brother,
lower than you know.
I think I've sold my soul.
I will apologize,
for all the evil I commit.
But in the end it won't mean ****.

Times are hard brother,
we share the same despair.
Just know I'm always there.
When the moment comes,
I'll show you all that I have learned.
Try not to be concerned.

When I'm gone brother,
I hope my memory will be kept.
It's all that I have left.
You'll carry on brother,
I promise you can take the pain.
You know it's all the same.
should probably be called ******* **** faced ramblings. Thinks it's a song, needs a chrous?
Jacob Christopher
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Jacob Christopher  Buffalo, NY
(Buffalo, NY)   
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