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Jun 2016
blinded by the binds in the blinds
complicating everything between the lines
it won't hit you till you see the signs
that's why I run with covered eyes
that's why I see no sunny skies
that's why I feed the dark inside

eyes set to aim
controller hooked to game
no virtual reality
real pain has no name
soon to be collided
riding in two different lanes
if only I could free myself
I'd never be the same
Can't wait to be free...
TYRAN
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TYRAN  22/M/In my head.
(22/M/In my head.)   
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   GaryFairy
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