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A cut up
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I'd drive a fifteen hundred miles a day,Hitch rides on a dozen eighteen wheelers just to say,What I got inside, the secrets I've found,But when I get ..
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Another dark day in this living hell of misery.Living in a cage of awkwardness and regrets.Closing my eyes and pulling up memories.Shadows of days pas..
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A chorus of laughter in silk sheets
Ta-da! Another pulled off deception
Birthing a wheeze and sandpaper skin,
Destroy every bit of my excessive way..
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When I was young they sold me on illusions:
Santa Claus, Jesus Christ, and Unconditional Love.
Such comforting thoughts, and like a child I embraced..
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Rubble in the streets, explosions.Blood on concrete, contusions.Rockets hit the schools, execution.Families in the streets, confusion.Gaza, it was a, ..
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If I knew wisdom was going to taste like this, I would have remained a foolish fellow. If I had known that parting was going to be such a sweet sorr..
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The land was desolate, cold, and unforgiving. Just like the human heart.
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Decode the secret message and leave your answer in the reviews.
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For my muse...
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