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Apr 2014
say your abcs now do your 123s HA! You drunk ******* scared my words will get you bit.
or my reality will turn you into real
you emotionally drain me your touch shoots through me ice cold like ******* to my vein
HERE! Unlock me from my misery quit haunting my dreams and let me be sane
my lies seem to be my truth my truth seem to be my lies
carve my soul and put me back on that booth
or drag me on azalea beds and throw me to the skies
thats where id rather be... yeah thats where i rather be
lost amongst the clouds of nothing.
for all of this eternity then maybe... just maybe.... ill be something
Lestie Anderson
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