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Oct 2017
Tell you what I do for a living,
Just keep taking and never giving.

Tell my dad I’ll never forgive him,
for this cursed gift he has given.

This life, this will, and this sin,
A twisted game I can’t win.

I can be the last man to fall in,
doesn’t change that I’ll still have fallen

So what if the world is going to hell,
you won’t mind burning if you liked the smell.

Maybe I’m a bad guy, I don’t really know,
Just take what I can and go with the flow.
NTR
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   Glassmuncher
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