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Dec 2014
Air floods in
Invades your body
It brings you life

There's poison in my air
A hurt, a pain that is there
It stabs into my side
Behind eyes that have never cried

It's the pain in my knee
It's the limp in my stride
The scar on my pride

Air is a curse.
It sustains you.
And your enemies too.

So if I were to commit suicide
A strangling Noose is
Waiting
                     Patiently
By

             My
Side
Artic killer
Written by
Artic killer  Boring Texas
(Boring Texas)   
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   Styles and stΓ©phane noir
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