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Falling into next week without knowing which day i'll land on, finally waking up and realizing that im not the only one whos suffering these consequences let alone the judgment and the price we pay for our freedom. Hoping to be released from he clutches of this scholars. Please I know you understand these things im trying to tell you your playing with fire as we speak the hours burn past, and that time is now lost.
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
Sweet Decay
Falling into next week without knowing which day i'll land on, finally waking up and realizing that im not the only one whos suffering these consequences let alone the judgment and the price we pay for our freedom. Hoping to be released from he clutches of this scholars. Please I know you understand these things im trying to tell you your playing with fire as we speak the hours burn past, and that time is now lost.
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
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