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Aug 2016
I wake and feel like death
This may be the night i break
Ill disolve myself through breath
And see what world i make
The fire will be burning
It will beckon my poor soul
My boiled blood hot turning
With a knife to jab a hole
Remove us from the stage
I never will belong
Release us from the cage
Where our love must be wrong
NiTSUDD
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NiTSUDD  Cumberland
(Cumberland)   
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   peyman
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