this is the end, I fearit's not you, my dearI can't clean out the mess up hereeverything remainsremains the sameI'm sick, derangeda weakened chainyou don't need my painor my complaintswhile I collapse and circle the drainthis is the end, I fearlet me be clearI'm too far goneto reel back heremy stone shoulders can't be raised… Continue reading
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