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Aug 2014
I was taught to stop avalanches and raised to swallow tidal waves
But my hands are black as pitch with frostbite and my lungs are filled with water
But I shake off the cold and throw up the water
There is the avalanche in the shape of a coffin and there is a tsunami of raging expectations
And for ***** sake Iā€™m gonna try
Jake Meizell
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Jake Meizell  Newark
(Newark)   
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   chris m and Saw Kalayar
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