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In the middle of a sucide
estrangled soul btw those drenched eyes
through the alleys of a surreal ride
life's some slut trying to restore back the dangling pride
into the scilence of the death


Death approaches along to play some game
Blood sceams shaters the night out of its frame
slashed wrist taking up all the flase blame
everything being lost in someone's dodged name
into the scilence of the death

all that was needed to refrain
got together and struct the train
with full forces through the brain
as blood ran through the drain
into the scilence of the death

of death n her .

come , beat the rust
inhale , breath the dust
dodge , get out of this mist
vindicate , slash ur left wrist




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drop death in the middle of the night , yeah . . .
soul trace all the lost acquitence ,yeah . . .
all stars shining brighter then the moon ,yeah . . .
m feeling the same 'óld nostalgia , . . . :(

this feelings is bowing me over
m struck in this morning hour
flared fellings are spelling there magic
slashing own wrist is deemed very tragic

repercussions of a different demographic
covering my minds with all ill tactics
failed again to carry the same little practice
this deja-vu is turning out as another semantic :\


got struct again in the middle of sucide , yeah . . . :(
these memories are hard to reside in , yeah . . . :(

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ThE ride
inTo the
unkNown
acComplished wiTh
the eAse anD discHarge
oF fuLLness and
sweLLIngs of heaRt,
whIch paSSions of
aLL kinds cau$ed aND induced. ThEre wEre
nO disea$es of stoPPings
aNd suffoCatiOns, tHe
mOst dangerOUs in
the boDy wANted more. I
wAS thinKing
mereLy of quAlity
whiLe it
Lasted.


I diDn't
regRet fOr a
sINgle moMent

haVing liVed for pleASure. I


dId it to the fuLL, as

oNe shouLd do eveRythiNg thAT onE doEs.

ThERE wAS


NO pleasURE I dID

nOT exPERience. It


is imPOSSible to lOVE

and be WISE.





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