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Fuckin tired of tip toeing around my own thoughts. Pen to paper only producing monotonous words of heart felt jibber jabber with no moxie. It's like I rode a wave that broke and left me 
Once upon a time… There lived a women with devouring beauty in the deepest woods of a quaint city. Not a single soul dared to travel near, for she eliminated all who she could hear.
Yeah, I'm cryin' in bedwithout a line in my head, I'm deadbut you don't hear me cryin' or lying when i'm dying with dreadthis life burning instead while I reach ahead
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