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Dec 2013
You* don't know
you don't know how bad I've got it.
yes, we whisper somalia & kenya
but.
(come closer)
please, sir, arrest my mind
take it away from me for I would rather
be a lame than let them continue to fuel the warfare
that
is
destroying
the
peace up there
I can consume an alcoholics most treasured secrets.
I can inject the dealers most expensive hits.
even on cloud 9, I am lost in the agony of it all.

Please my love, come back to me
For only you have the weaponry to conquer all.

Help
for I am about to
*forfeit
There's only one person that ever understood my urge to jump
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