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Mar 2016
No amount of food will fill the void
No alcohol will silence my mind
No **** could fix my heart
No cut could could raise my soul
I am the living dead
Wandering through life without aim or purpose
Waiting for the vessel to die as the light inside has
Creepstar
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Creepstar  Pig Town
(Pig Town)   
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