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Persistent fever And a hole in my pallette God save me from this awful habit Shy away The beast will come another day Maybe you won't believe the lie It's not even a high But in my warped mind A lens of vision only on me I've always been intrigued With publicized insanity I want to be the shooting star Red carpet Robert Downey Jr eyes On a ****** not even fit for Heath Ledger I want to disengrate in the sky A slow public suicide Blame it on gravity It's homocide It seems some can escape mortality And become grand deities In the mind of humble losers But I know its not my life No spectacle too see The only one who watches Is me
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
Death by Fame
Persistent fever And a hole in my pallette God save me from this awful habit Shy away The beast will come another day Maybe you won't believe the lie It's not even a high But in my warped mind A lens of vision only on me I've always been intrigued With publicized insanity I want to be the shooting star Red carpet Robert Downey Jr eyes On a ****** not even fit for Heath Ledger I want to disengrate in the sky A slow public suicide Blame it on gravity It's homocide It seems some can escape mortality And become grand deities In the mind of humble losers But I know its not my life No spectacle too see The only one who watches Is me
#death#drugs#fame
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
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