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***Slender slippery shadows slither straight at my figure Memories that come with weight I try not to remember***           This gallows consists of tightwires and tighter knots Thinking of a way out is bait Doubt outweighs triumph on a daily basis     Attention is called to failures while success dies from budget cuts too deep to bandage            Being broke and broken you incure a lot of damage and debt         Ruined plans and regret And learn to love when the rope holds tight around your neck      Stability of any sort is necessary      When the drop is so **** scary         **Hell is just a phone call away                And they have a billion ****** off receptionists ready to rapidly redirect your call**     A donation of one ****** soul can get you a sidewalk all the way to Hell's blackened gates      Either way you arrive sleep deprived     Nightmares of reality plant seeds deep inside Creating sleepless nights **And I seek advice in low places     Because I'm scared of heights I fail to recognize the irony**   The noose is too tight I'm so far above the ground     I don't think the drop would bother me anymore
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
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***Slender slippery shadows slither straight at my figure Memories that come with weight I try not to remember***           This gallows consists of tightwires and tighter knots Thinking of a way out is bait Doubt outweighs triumph on a daily basis     Attention is called to failures while success dies from budget cuts too deep to bandage            Being broke and broken you incure a lot of damage and debt         Ruined plans and regret And learn to love when the rope holds tight around your neck      Stability of any sort is necessary      When the drop is so **** scary         **Hell is just a phone call away                And they have a billion ****** off receptionists ready to rapidly redirect your call**     A donation of one ****** soul can get you a sidewalk all the way to Hell's blackened gates      Either way you arrive sleep deprived     Nightmares of reality plant seeds deep inside Creating sleepless nights **And I seek advice in low places     Because I'm scared of heights I fail to recognize the irony**   The noose is too tight I'm so far above the ground     I don't think the drop would bother me anymore
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
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