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I've quit calling it falling all of the gulping that I fend Now that I've bent all my limbs backwards I'm having to break them all back in buried in what I play the fool for always the liar and then friends dreading that I should fall asleep knowing that this must somehow end always i'm packing up my reason, freely & giving up my time I'm tired of dragging this body behind me fearing the damage it's done on my spine
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Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
spineless
I've quit calling it falling all of the gulping that I fend Now that I've bent all my limbs backwards I'm having to break them all back in buried in what I play the fool for always the liar and then friends dreading that I should fall asleep knowing that this must somehow end always i'm packing up my reason, freely & giving up my time I'm tired of dragging this body behind me fearing the damage it's done on my spine
julie-butler
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Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
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