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Karma has its knife to my throat. With a past full of anchors It's impossible to stay afloat. Childhood full of cannonballs aimed at my boat. Mutiny in my brain. Vengeance through my veins. A recipe for the insane.
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Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 5:28 PM UTC
A recipe for the insane
Karma has its knife to my throat. With a past full of anchors It's impossible to stay afloat. Childhood full of cannonballs aimed at my boat. Mutiny in my brain. Vengeance through my veins. A recipe for the insane.
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Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 5:28 PM UTC
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