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Jan 2014
EMPTY
A VOID TO FILL
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SUBSTANCE
NUMBS THE HURT
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CAN'T WATCH THIS
WON'T
YOU FLY
I STAY GROUNDED
FILLED WITH REGRET
LOST AND HAZED
IN THE NEVER ENDING STRUGGLE
TO TRY AND GET AHEAD
AND THE LAST PLACE IN THE WORLD
I WANT TO BE IS
HERE
Joshua Dairy Fray
Written by
Joshua Dairy Fray  Other/Canada
(Other/Canada)   
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