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Jan 2016
Play my arm as a violin
During battle I can't win
Never drunk enough,need more gin
Open up another tin

Self destructive path I chose
A way out I want but who knows
As the feeling heaps and grows
Not enough highs for all the lows

Door to exit but no key
******* mind,let me be
Cut it deeper,set me free
A yard of rope,swings from the tree

No more wanting,lets be straight
Open up that **** flood gate
A tidal wave of self hate
When you can't even summon will to *******

*******,ugly ******* mind
No love for self anywhere to find
Hanious actions when I rewind
When looking forward just a grind

My greatest romance is with death
Long to be berethed of breath
cook with chaos like a chef
Set the tempo,treble clef
Creepstar
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Creepstar  Pig Town
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