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I'll be robbed of sleep by the same criminal who only knows of uncertainty but of what? my only possessions are cold hands and tired eyes or should I say wretched cartilage and empty sockets full of writhing maggots? but it's all self-inclined I am my own gravedigger
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
gravedigger
I'll be robbed of sleep by the same criminal who only knows of uncertainty but of what? my only possessions are cold hands and tired eyes or should I say wretched cartilage and empty sockets full of writhing maggots? but it's all self-inclined I am my own gravedigger
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
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