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Oct 2018
The feeling is so empty inside I think I
Am feeling numb
With this desperation turns your heart inside out of your soul
I try to imagine the cold tears falling from my cheek
They never come
My heart is sore from beating drums
I don't know who I am anymore, or what I'm running from
Every piece of my memory takes it it's toll on me
Like a cancer I can't see
Shrinking me and shrivling me away
Where theres no more lucky coins laying on the floor
Losing yourself means losing everything  
And more
The words can't tell you where I am
Or where I've been
Just my hands
And these sins
A calvry of man
Hating men
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
(28/M/Minnesota)   
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   Yann
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