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Jun 2014
Losing all hope was freedom
You think it's a diesease but
It gave me the confidence to breath
I sit alone in the malignant kingdom

Trying to hit bottom
I try to prolong this condition
Sturring in a boiling *** of contrition
Can't you see my new perpetual phantom?

I'm broken, nobody wants me
Lost in the senseless pages
My internal strom continues to rage
Sitting for days, hungry, in the oldest dragon tree

I'll wait for you, your beauty, so ageless
I'll wait for you atop our favourite tree
We can hold hands and for a second feel free
You make me feel priceless, when I know I'm worthless

I'm A Shamed (not ashamed)
Tyler Cobain
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Tyler Cobain  Ireland
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