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Jan 2019
I felt a drop inside my gut
I smell the rot not far from me
If weight could slice, well I'd be cut
This toxic feeling's surrounding
As hard this feelings of to rid
The setting it makes is much worse
No one will listen to the weak
A fallen evil fated curse
A distant whisper in my ear
I feel something is going wrong
Nowhere to run, no safety near,
This suffering is way too long
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