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Jun 2014
Don't push, it hurts me so
Why are these hands at my throat?
This is a place I'd almost forgotten
A place of mind caught drowning in the murky moat

I know the pain I know it all
Will it ever leave me and let me be?
A place I quickly remember
Broken devastation no other shall ever see
Disaster Child
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