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Ever since the death of my family in a 'nuclear' explosion
I developed the perculiar devotion to removing pure emotion by procuring the potions of opiate production first i was just smoking but that's only an induction into the life of the abused for our youths an institution to think th solution's transfused through a solution's an illusion but a good excuse that's to be used peruse the views from my puma shoes and you'll conclude why i choose the solitude of moody blues standing in unruly queues to cash my dole cheque seemed to grant me time to rubick's cube my mind on old spent dreams from my teens now i'm a fiend with no self esteem fleeing detox they can't free me from these scars without steel bars and key locks I got locked up where I landed branded a bandit for years stranded somehow i supplanted my fear with cheer and appeared candid i kind of went into hiding not quite venting and reviving but lamenting and scribing up the walls i'm crawling climbing all the while my family weren't as mad at me as they pretend to be cause it was a tragedy to see the fraction of the man i was meant to be... |
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