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Get used to getting hurt It's life's greatest necessity The only honest part of reality Brisk- ever fleeting, this feeling never really leaves A hole Burrow, deeper and wider, rip out the organs Make room for the marrow Mechanical bones I scream at the gears for no reason Echoing clock towers Turn it up Let it bellow into the sky Stress relief Try not to connect words Dots Default a loan A life An end
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
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Get used to getting hurt It's life's greatest necessity The only honest part of reality Brisk- ever fleeting, this feeling never really leaves A hole Burrow, deeper and wider, rip out the organs Make room for the marrow Mechanical bones I scream at the gears for no reason Echoing clock towers Turn it up Let it bellow into the sky Stress relief Try not to connect words Dots Default a loan A life An end
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
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