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Mar 2012
Bound to the darkness

of reality ,

Until The Sun

wakes up and

sets me free.

I don't know

what I want;

but I know

I don't want her.

My apology

was slurred

by the true suffering

of seeking your forgiveness.

It takes an

addict to know an addict.

How well do you know yourself these days?

I'm ****** up because you ****** me up,

What's your excuse?

The basement is empty

but theres always something to do

on the fifth floor.

I'm always upstairs,

if you catch my drift.




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Sacrelicious
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Sacrelicious  31/M/Hell
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