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From lack of feeling, sick. Quickening, Sickening, Death. My high won't dry My tears they lie Beneath my lungs The drugs They paralyze They tantalize, My victims. "This will be your better love." I laugh Bitterness veiled from sight My plight... "Huh? What? Right." Here's a freebie, just for you. The cops patrol Lie low. I'll see you soon, ******
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May 30, 2010
May 30, 2010 at 3:50 PM UTC
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From lack of feeling, sick. Quickening, Sickening, Death. My high won't dry My tears they lie Beneath my lungs The drugs They paralyze They tantalize, My victims. "This will be your better love." I laugh Bitterness veiled from sight My plight... "Huh? What? Right." Here's a freebie, just for you. The cops patrol Lie low. I'll see you soon, ******
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May 30, 2010
May 30, 2010 at 3:50 PM UTC
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