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Begging For A Legacy

Gasping, while trapped in & voices laughing... It keeps attacking, latching on so attractive... I can't react if its attached to my back... In abyss with sanded lips, I slip in a stranded trance... Forcing my hands to dance, I grab & land a kiss to this apocalyptic tragic... In a drastic manner I beg for magic but this matter is to havoc & the Devil feels fantastic...

 In oppression of colder profanity, look what he's handed me, depression stabbing me in the throat killing any visible hope... I figured out the picture, & its been an adventure... Stepping in jealousy & helplessly Begging For A Legacy, empathy ending giving this remedy time to seek for serenity....

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