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****** knuckles

its now that time

to pretend that nothing

hurts, but my eyes

never can stay dry

as long as I'm alone

what if i gave up people

and started smoking

right now that seems

so much more comforting

than putting up with

this **** right here

i feel like I'm dragging

my knuckles along

one never ending

sidewalk of sick minds

or could it be

I am just only

a shadow

there when I'm need

or maybe remembered

for just a minute

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