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Nov 2015
I'm better off alone
Where I can get in no ones way
The only ones that care for me
Don't know how I feel
It's dark inside my head
Not all the time
But when the light goes to sleep
The depths of darkness
Swallow me whole
I've said before
I have a strange fascination
With despair
I'd never like to visit
The place where misery dances
Hand in hand with melancholy vibes
For eternity
And a violinist strums the same tune
Out of emotion
He can't escape this twisted atmosphere
He can't shake off the funk his wretched thinking process
"I love you"
The cure of all sickness
Clocked out earlier
Bobby Golden
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Bobby Golden  atlanta
(atlanta)   
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