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May 2014
I lost touch with reality.
I lost myself like fatality.
Forgetting 'bout the outcome, this album stuck on repeat.
Tired of defeat, being left as the least. Out of control,
Out of my mind,
Losing games 'cause I ran outta time.
Don't matter know more.
Would you be mine?
Michael Kenneth Christian
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Michael Kenneth Christian  Texas
(Texas)   
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