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Aug 2014
land of the free, mostly homeless and in prison. force fed demons from the time we started breathing. now with no solutions who's part of the problem? let's solve it with some solvents and sleep through the morning. fined me wide eyed, screaming at my dreams cause i can't wake up with a fist full of hope but an empty cup.......... I've been talking to your maker and he don't give a **** so it would be best if you could just wake up, let me scream............
christian chickachop
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christian chickachop  cherry hill, New Jersey
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