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Oct 2014
a very high praise
to an unending god
too bad it's the wrong one
you stretch your hand out and bleed
and scream for what's to come
numb
a heart out of place
it's all morbid to me
a very slow race
Riot
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Riot  Pennsylvania
(Pennsylvania)   
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   JustChloe
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