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get ready for the storm
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trying new things niqqa
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The roads to lifePoverty stricken,Or where wealth is rifeAll of which been bitten.When coming to two roads,Are any less ridden?No, would say the toadO..
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The Great below,From which I bellow.Descending into a familiar hole,Ascending is my goal.But, I may never leave the Great below.Cascading too and fro,..
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Dust,Is my befallen trust.Drugs,My craven crutch.The joys in life give me a rushyet, most have been untouched.Lonely,The antithesis of lovely.Holycan ..
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I see a Light,Though nowhere near bright.The impending clouds fill my fright,Through its delight,Naturality was never reality.If i may be candor,Event..
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In my mind, hearing the screams.Thinking of them bleed,Seeing them look back at me.Hearing them think,Trying to sleep,While carrying them in me.Subsid..
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In the green is where i'll be.Not in the grey,For no hope clouds the day.Not in beige,Who wants to work anyway?The green helps me go my way.The white,..
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The blood stops there.In thoughts of being is fear,The thought is clearAnd revelations near.I shall be one with the void.Done with women acting coy,Ti..
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