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May 2014
I lay here with the blood falling out of me,
drip, drip, drip.
The sound echoing through my brain,
as with each little drop I got a bit more insane,
drop, drop, drop,
there is the sound of my life in a bucket,
used to feed the youth, as my life is gone,
so **** it.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
(Leipzig)   
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