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Sully Erna Nutshell we chase the spread of lies we face the path of time and yet i fight, yet i fight this battle all alone no one to cry to noplace to call home my gift of self is rapes and my privacy is raked and yet i find, yet i find repeating in my head if i can't be my own i'd feel better dead thank you |
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