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Apr 2014
Desolate
I feel a sense of emptiness
The kind that won't go away
The kind that'll eat you alive
The type that'll **** your drive
A feeling of ineptitude
That'll I'll never be able to shake
#trash #inept
Eazy
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Eazy  New Orleans
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