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Nov 2014
Taking me by the hand
Forgetting what is my name
The past is a blur
My future hmm who knows
My eyes feel different the vision is a daze
Only few can understand
Pretending is a gift
The pain the familiar numb
My chains o my chains no one has a key
The den of evils has taken me
Admiring the dark what else is left to understand
Like I said only few can understand
Think
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Think  35/M/Los Angeles
(35/M/Los Angeles)   
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     ---, Chelsea Patton, patty m and NuurSeraph
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