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Jul 2016
Everything I touch
Turns into worthless dust
Everything I create
Just wants to hide away
So hideously disfigured
So disgustingly afraid
Everything I create
Is a mirror of my face
Cracked down to my soul
I'm six feet in this hole
Underneath all my mistakes
And the ****** things I create
Nevermind
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Nevermind  22/F/Connecticut
(22/F/Connecticut)   
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