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Apr 2017
What the **** am i doing here?
Please someone help me
Im defining all odds against thee
Yet my proportions seem empty.

Im traveling the hard path
And it aint by my choice
At least im free of catastrophe
Speaking on terms of depleting

**** man! My mind is going crazy
Im draining by the minute
And im just ******* losing it
Please God, just shoot me.
I had to get it off my chest..
Love pain broken remains scar tissue over my veins
MikeyP
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MikeyP  Ghost Town
(Ghost Town)   
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   Johnny Scarlotti
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