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Feb 2010
I sleep all day just to slip away. To a place where i can feel nothing, nothing at alShit built up so tall its about to fallTheres only so much one man can giveBefore he withers and starts to wilt. Crumbles away and becomes  part of the fade.
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chris miller
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