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Feb 26
A hanging carcass
under the stairs
there is nothing
left for me to do
but rot
tell my family
i loved them
tell my girlfriend
that I'm sorry
I never told her
how beautiful she was
tell my soul
that left long ago
to come back
and tell the world
I said goodbye
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iamgone  114/where am i?
(114/where am i?)   
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