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Dec 2014
I get so mad i start bleeding out my nose
This is the life that i chose
I oppose a threat to these demons
The past is the past
Let me be the last to say i should have changed
They say im deranged and strange
Living life with these thoughts am i alone ?
I want to go home but i don't have one
beeps the graffiti writer
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