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imprisoned from my past every day feels like my last bleeding from holding tight trying to win this fight danger has been my company sleeping to a bed full of misery dreaming on how to end this mistery death is what I fancy
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Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 12:09 AM UTC
to be continued...
imprisoned from my past every day feels like my last bleeding from holding tight trying to win this fight danger has been my company sleeping to a bed full of misery dreaming on how to end this mistery death is what I fancy
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Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 12:09 AM UTC
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