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*************** I stand in a graveyard of buried bodies, ideas and dreams.. Surrounded by millions of tombstones the Epitaph i dread to read.. The darkness welcomes me home like a mother waiting for her child. Tonight i dine with the ghosts that hunts my night.. . How do i show mama the graves beneath my bed? Where the innocent heads she raised was killed and buried. This holes dug by depression are deeper than her love could fill. . The silence is loud i can hear them call from within This lovely voice of the devil i can't resist.. Tonight i shall split my wrist and lie with my forefathers. . (c) Jay.E.udo
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
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*************** I stand in a graveyard of buried bodies, ideas and dreams.. Surrounded by millions of tombstones the Epitaph i dread to read.. The darkness welcomes me home like a mother waiting for her child. Tonight i dine with the ghosts that hunts my night.. . How do i show mama the graves beneath my bed? Where the innocent heads she raised was killed and buried. This holes dug by depression are deeper than her love could fill. . The silence is loud i can hear them call from within This lovely voice of the devil i can't resist.. Tonight i shall split my wrist and lie with my forefathers. . (c) Jay.E.udo
Jayeudo
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23/M/Uyo
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
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