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Mar 2016
I can't feel my faith
I can't tell what's fake
The sky or me above?
The lows look like there tape.
My mind talks all day
Losing all control
There I feel so safe
Words touch deep there ****
Words so deep there ****
I can't breath I'm *****
Tried and tried but I can't wait
Slowly thoughts penitrate
Slowly drifting away
Slowly drifting away...
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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