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Aug 2014
i should have freed myself from your shackles
long before i did.

but they still follow me.
in every step,
every shadow.

before i melt myself down,
know this...

history will repeat,
and it only gets uglier.
James Nigh
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James Nigh  where air is never clean
(where air is never clean)   
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