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tears hit the ground they turn to dust the cycle starts again can't fuss about this turmoil this is just catharsis for my holy limbs to move the way they always did without this i would be awash with the weight of my sin taking wins just for them to end up gone with the wind true indeed feeding demons with this melancholy feeling, dawg premonition sealing my fate my gut is my police new lease on life after every night living through the plight rooted in foresight of high cliffs tryna mend the bridge between reality and giving life everything i have to give arms deep up in the snake pit clenching teeth searching for the spirit that i used to keep tears hit the pit emitting dust, skewed my vision demise encompassing this haze and this venom and then i fall asleep - negassie
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Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 11:18 PM UTC
tears to dust
tears hit the ground they turn to dust the cycle starts again can't fuss about this turmoil this is just catharsis for my holy limbs to move the way they always did without this i would be awash with the weight of my sin taking wins just for them to end up gone with the wind true indeed feeding demons with this melancholy feeling, dawg premonition sealing my fate my gut is my police new lease on life after every night living through the plight rooted in foresight of high cliffs tryna mend the bridge between reality and giving life everything i have to give arms deep up in the snake pit clenching teeth searching for the spirit that i used to keep tears hit the pit emitting dust, skewed my vision demise encompassing this haze and this venom and then i fall asleep - negassie
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Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 11:18 PM UTC
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