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I´m just another body downinternal bleeding round & roundand all I can think or are ways to die alone (2#)A portrait of my skeletal gainleft self-ish & hungry so feed me the painescape reality with new painthen let the cycle start againand all I can think of are ways to die alone (2#)
Dream of contenta pain filtered farmall I can say.....
Dreams are badwhen all they do is leave the truth behinddeams are badwhen negativity
´s a state of mind
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