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Feb 2016
This hunger to party and ****
Has only one descriptive '****'

Like a vampire I'm trying to control the hunger
But no matter how much I eat I keep slipping further under

Desperately clinging,I don't want to loose my soul
The things I know I can do,no way to console

"I will try to maintain
And refrain
But the hunger is driving me insane
"

I'm loosing my grip
I'm going to slip


Help.
Creepstar
Written by
Creepstar  Pig Town
(Pig Town)   
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