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Nov 2016
I wish for pain
I wish for sorrow

Make my gut turn this way
Or that
I don't care if it hurts

I don't care to borrow enthusiasm
from these walking ghosts anymore

These ******* sheep
And me with my bow

I won't go
I won't go
Paleblueyes
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