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Dec 2010
I've suffered long enough
Normally I wouldn't mind
Usually I couldn't give a ****
The more pain the better
But now it's getting ridiculous
A lifetime of nothingness and now this
It's like a sick joke
Played by the dark jester
On the kind folk
Of the humble village
Who never did anything wrong
But everything's pillaged
And now I'm standing here
Staring at the ceiling
Can't see or hear
Just waiting for my calling
John
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John  28/M/New York
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