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Feb 2011
cAnT sToP                                          
                                 *CaNt sLeEp

                                                                     EyEs ClOsEd
                                                                                                          BrAiN oPeN                                    
nO rUnNiNg
                                   No EsCaPeInG
                                                                       CaNt BrEaTh
                                                                                                           CaNt ThInK
                       JuSt StUcK
                          
                                                              iN hElL
                  
                                                                                            *wItH mY dEmOnS
Written by
The mad hatter
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