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Sep 16
I sit in a room where there are no chairs
I stand under the light that dances in the snares
That great aroma you smell has become my heart the only thing that holding me here.
I have a ****** and I never in my life have felt so bare.
Like the sun can turn on me in right now!
And the pills that made me puke
Has had a affair
If I was famous this peom would sneak in the ears of those that truely never cared

And before they blink ....
The saints were out of there
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TREASUREI
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   Ben Noah Suresh
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