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Mar 2013
Losing grip on all sanity, I can hear the lies every time you breathe.
Does no one tell the truth? Is honesty not sacred?
Furthermore, if I cant trust my own blood, who can I trust?
It seems like a game of justification, nobody wins.
But we're stuck in a sick sedation.
No rules, no regulations, it's every man for themselves.
Keep watching your back, for the truth of this hell.
Brittany Jackson
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Brittany Jackson  TX
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