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A Life Not Living For

There are tons of rules And yet many are broken Truths turn and lies burn Running through the forest of questions Pain and misery lead to my personal death sessions My feeble attempts to escape this hell Are questionable so I begin to yell The truth of life is knowing your dead Even though you think that you're sleeping in your bed...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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