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Nov 2016
You can say im dead inside,
Im just sick  of  having **** to hide
I don't  have to lie any more you know,
Without  the hate i have  a chance to grow,
Where hate was once a flood, purging the land,
Now its just water falling through my hands
Written by
Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
   --- and Ryan Hoysan
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