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Oct 2014
Falling into next week without knowing
which day i'll land on, finally waking up and
realizing that im not the only one whos suffering
these consequences let alone the judgment and
the price we pay for our freedom.
Hoping to be released from he clutches of this
scholars. Please I know you understand these things im
trying to tell you your playing with fire as we speak the
hours burn past, and that time is now lost.
Written by
Phoebe  Kansas
(Kansas)   
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