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Jan 2019
I think Hell , is a cold place

I’m burning up in this old place

My beings spilt into

way more than just two

I don’t feel the need to explain a thing

i just feel the need to go back to sleep


And Dreaming is an acceptable psychotic state

And when I sleep , i believe ,that I escape

Into another world another place

So when you lay down one more time

What’s the difference, either way

I’m just going ,  to a colder place

(And I think Hell is at least a different place

When the world is burning up

my soul freezes to stay alive

So I know Hell’s a colder place

And I think I’d like to try it out,

A different place)
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IDontHaveAPenName  California
(California)   
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