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Mar 2016
It was a sad and dark place,
Where you sleep with savages that are tamed,
Where they'll feed you indigestible calories
Where you'll hear everyone roaring
A place that the only sweet music,
are the gates opening and closing

If I was destined to this place,
I'll be gone without a trace,
I'll be gone along with the wind
Gone like life in the hot desert
Forever gone to avoid conviction
Lord Daryll Angeles
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Lord Daryll Angeles  26/M
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