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Jan 4
i see eyes in the dark
i feel tears behind mine
i keep everything in
like a drunk
with the alcohol
in his liver
the world
in my head
is a flimsy hell
and this earh
we live on
is a flimsy paradise
you gotta build bricks
of scorching magma
to climb your way out
abstractembarrassment
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abstractembarrassment  someone you never loved
(someone you never loved)   
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