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Oct 2014
do not ever worry
they are all a liar
perched high on the rooftop
preaching to the choir
hope is a waking dream
and i'm to terrified to sleep
with the machines beneath the sidewalk whispering
my heart will keep beating
as long as you keep on listening
dear lord, please spare her
send the bullet
send the plague
send the flood of every ocean
i'm sick of these broken mirrors
and ****** noses
i'd have to die to forget you
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