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Jul 2017
I sold my soul so long ago,
I cant remember the buyer.
all I know is Im down and low,
while my dreams climb higher and higher and higher.

devil come dance with me one last time,
let me feel like I can win.
when you **** me to hell you best make it rhyme,
On my soul is scrathed my sin.

Pride oh pride wont you let me go,
break these golden chains.
Your  weight has dragged me oh so low,
And Im just barely sane.
Written by
Ishmael  21/M
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