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Mar 2016
The pounding of my head,only silenced by the pounding of my heart.
I wish it would stop beating,the ache has become so unbearable.
I will still it by any means necessary.
Thoughts race across my mind,I've been left behind.
There is no reprieve.
Gather yourself for the last day,make peace with those I wronged.
Creepstar
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Creepstar  Pig Town
(Pig Town)   
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   Torin and Bek Blanchard
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