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May 2013
Can feel the pressure
This place my harm
No words of pleasure
No thought's of calm
The change in pace does nothing
Right
I feel my boil
I feel the fight

They stare a look
My head betrays
This bubble burst
My crested wave
In deeper breath yet still I'm
Red
This clenching fist
The raging edge  

A time full tick
The wait continues
Shout my number
Free this wheel
Shout my name please give me
Hope
Let me out this place
My hell
andy fardell
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