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Nov 2013
Lately it seems
my constants aren't so constant.

That good old feeling of stability
is becoming oh so distant.

And it looks like ignoring it
ain't doing the trick.

I'm sensing those familiar
downfall fires start to lick

the back of my neck
and its getting hard to breath

Nothings right again
I'm starting to seethe

Then I remember
this got me nowhere before

Now all I gotta do
is bust down that door.

Time to fly free
and just live for me
KILLME
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KILLME  Philadelphia, PA
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