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Jun 2013
To this night I cannot sleep
Beneath this skin my soul bleeds
Once to laugh has turned to pain
For in this heart rest tameless games

Anxious delusions my mind creates
Introduced by people who fuel their hate
Tis the hour when most eyes are closed
For I cannot because of these ghost

In fire by water the longest night
Time and sleep battle and fight
Be this wrong the depths of my spirit
In strength I beg if god can hear it

Cruel vulnerability toys me again
Though my failures spare no sight as existing in sins
We, is the not, of what lays in dismay
For not is all I got by the time it becomes day
Parker
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Parker  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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   ---, R Guildenstern and st64
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