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Oct 2013
death, it picks at your soul
and your very weak spot
that gets scared
of thoughts and ideas,
boredom crazed
half insane
looking for release,
but in your mind
i'm sure you'll find
exactly what you'll need
so stay in you spot
stay there and rot
in you shiny..
pristine..
routine.
Written by
Port Rose
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