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Anxiety prophets

Trembling rain winds of fame this game is just another regret standing here on cold I so my fear crushed my anxiety prophets and reality cruel my intentions this is and never is never to see and to never see eye to eye cry for cry die in my arms all the lies and all good buys enter the fall, crawl into my pain never the gain I am insane. if this is who I am in my brain than I will stay and I will pray.

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