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A silenced voice, with thoughts that are screaming My pen bringing fire to a forrest that's been bleached I never thought much of my outlet for writing I'd pullen the plug so many times
im familiar with burning   my mother is a smoking confessional who has swallowed a shipload of sins her lungs are gas chambers she smokes so much
I am four wallsI am brickI am stoneI am brokeI make brokenI am the "un fun" in unfunded
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