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It’s like some heavy mass in the center of yah chest But you can walk without losing any breath. A black hole that’ll crush all the meat and bone. Pulling all the nerves till it collapses on it’s own. Forever lasting blasting dark thoughts into yah head. Questions form about the dead. How will you die if you fry not in a pan but on pavement or asphalt from a car accident. Will I burn to death or die from pain.Obscure questions all the same. It hurts a little, bluntly. All the sudden it ends abruptly.
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
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It’s like some heavy mass in the center of yah chest But you can walk without losing any breath. A black hole that’ll crush all the meat and bone. Pulling all the nerves till it collapses on it’s own. Forever lasting blasting dark thoughts into yah head. Questions form about the dead. How will you die if you fry not in a pan but on pavement or asphalt from a car accident. Will I burn to death or die from pain.Obscure questions all the same. It hurts a little, bluntly. All the sudden it ends abruptly.
nicholas-fogle
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
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