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Sep 2019
The hammer will beat down
the ones who never forgave
The ones who did
will never be
forgotten
The **** you did
IS still so rotten////
You were'nt just a soul
you were everything and one thing
sought for something that means nothing
Do you feel it now as you disappear?
You disappear.  
you ******* disappear.
and thank god you're gone
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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