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Sometimes I feel like I'll die on this page My penmanship falters, my life in the ash tray. My soul coiled in to paper and ink, Where I sat and I thought, where I sit and I think.'
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
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Sometimes I feel like I'll die on this page My penmanship falters, my life in the ash tray. My soul coiled in to paper and ink, Where I sat and I thought, where I sit and I think.'
azahorcak
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
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