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May 2014
Intellect sores, bountifully, higher then God
Nefariously bottomless, I fall then Hell
Eventfully, ill angels impel my ascend to Heaven
Fiendish demons walk me back
As I depress, I depress beyond saving
As I advance, I advance beyond savingΒ Β 
The Devil, nor God can believe what I've become
I can't escape this
I am fastened in this blending line
And in between the insidious two, I am willingly blind
Hell and Heaven are consolidating
If the ill angels in Heaven
Are like the demons too
Heaven is the worst of the two
Just wrote this haven't edited it at all! Hopefully you guys can help! Please tell me what I can change and fix
Tana Young
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Tana Young  26/Colorado
(26/Colorado)   
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