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Why do we go through all of this stress? So easy to forget. Smoke a thousand cigarettes, Another **** another hit, another poke, Another whip, another mindfield to avoid. A ****** cut, A ****** mind, A ****** mouth. Not just another disembodied mind in the ether's ink. Skin & Bones & Flesh until that sharp and shooting pain so easy to forget.
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
Skin & Bones & Flesh
Why do we go through all of this stress? So easy to forget. Smoke a thousand cigarettes, Another **** another hit, another poke, Another whip, another mindfield to avoid. A ****** cut, A ****** mind, A ****** mouth. Not just another disembodied mind in the ether's ink. Skin & Bones & Flesh until that sharp and shooting pain so easy to forget.
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
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