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Living so trife, Life after THE life, The urge to go back, Like the edge of a knife, It cuts through my skin, Hits my bones but I grin Cause the pain that I feel, Is LIFE, being lived REAL.
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC
That urge
Living so trife, Life after THE life, The urge to go back, Like the edge of a knife, It cuts through my skin, Hits my bones but I grin Cause the pain that I feel, Is LIFE, being lived REAL.
Tommythecat
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC
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