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Mar 2016
Sliding  on red raw *** to ******* nothingville
No pain just that ****** up feeling of hopelessness permeating the air and my soul
No excuses,
though Im full of them
******* ten at the ready if anyone asks
Truth is, I don't ******* know
And I just don't ******* care.
*******,
Or I'll drag you the **** with me
S Smoothie
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