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I write in thieves argot I'm far gone......too deep to resurface not worth it, go further into my mind, i'm blind to the time Life is fleeting, and i am bleeding needing    to        get        by   while i get high...... Passing the day, in a way, that keeps me dragging too slow with no where to go stuck in the muck, without any luck pain struck while i **** myself into the ground, with no sound       to    wake    me I ramble on, gambling on unlucky eyes send in spies to cut ties with my past, the memories last carve my name in your heart we fell apart............. here        gone              forgotten
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Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 6:55 AM UTC
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I write in thieves argot I'm far gone......too deep to resurface not worth it, go further into my mind, i'm blind to the time Life is fleeting, and i am bleeding needing    to        get        by   while i get high...... Passing the day, in a way, that keeps me dragging too slow with no where to go stuck in the muck, without any luck pain struck while i **** myself into the ground, with no sound       to    wake    me I ramble on, gambling on unlucky eyes send in spies to cut ties with my past, the memories last carve my name in your heart we fell apart............. here        gone              forgotten
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Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 6:55 AM UTC
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