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Apr 2014
Its as much a part of me as razor blades are to you.
Though I don't try to stay away because I'm not hurt by the burn.
For me its my escape my window to somewhere where its not quite so cold.
Maybe that's why I carry my matches with me just in case I need to.
**Escape
Jake
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