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These feeling all these feelings, How these feeling consume me. Oh, all these feelings; Happy, excited, delighted, glad, mad, sad! Oh these feelings; haunting me taunting me! How these feelings torture me as if evils own works. Feelings, oh these feelings, But some are good; some are bad. Oh, how some make me feel so very alive! Oh, how some make me desire to die! Feelings, all these ''feelings'', Feasting on the substance of my mind; Consequently leading to the flesh. How these feelings are a demon, And this death is an exorcism! Maybe one can be free on the other side. Maybe I can be free on the other side.
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kyle-bush
English
Published
Dec 4, 2011
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this one was written when i was drunk at age 15

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