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Aug 2013
thought's broken,
mouth's chokin',
on the *******
i got hit with
during a may day
for god's sake
i let my mind fade
and ended up
wide eyed
and petrified
in a bed for the dead
but i was still alive.
Written by
L  27/F/Boston
(27/F/Boston)   
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