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Sep 2020
mindless inhibitions
making me question my decisions
you’d think theses fists had a conscience of their own,
taking low blows, taking shots quicker than your bow
believe it or not, i’d rather tables were turned
id rather take the hit, knock me out
put me to sleep, black me out
matter of fact knock my head clean off
take my dome out back, play hacky sack
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   Bogdan Dragos
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