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Apr 2016
Black eyes
Lose ties
I dispise
My demise

Its high time
That I mime
That I'm fine
While I'm dying

I won't leave you there
Bare
Pulling out hair
With a cold stare

So I'll say
For today I'll stay
I'll play
You can have it your way
Creepstar
Written by
Creepstar  Pig Town
(Pig Town)   
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