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Sep 2013
You're choking on a Jigsaw Puzzle
Cardboard claptrap
Caught in this riff raff
Pieces of hate
Which gets the last laugh
Ending gets its gift wrap

Let it circle the drain
Let it drip through the faucet
No anguish here, no pain  
Nothing can be flawless
Ground it up to sausage
Feed the dogs that garbage
That morsel of mental carnage.
I hope the best of the both of you
There's a lot more to see, and much more to do

Write it out.

"If you can't save it leave it dying on the road, wide open arms can feel so cold, so cold, feel so cold"
G
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G  25/M/Canada
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