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Jul 2010
How can I do this denial thing?
It’s consuming me inside out, it’s ****!
Chocking and smoking in a painful ring.
Beating you down deeper in an endless pit.
Can’t control, can’t maintain inside,
Must find a way to get beside.
What the **** did I start to say?
Write some ****, do some ****.
T Beaumont Wilson
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