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[stupidworthless]

and the peices of decay
that sliver down my arm like
old times passing
winter heartache
and spring clich
im rather impressed
im still here
dreaming of the way
i clinged to your neck
Now were graced
with the humorous stylings
from father apathy
comfort to dismay
we polish our boots
and march to failure
sweet glory shed your skin

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[itsjustaphase_x]

i fell asleep last night, ill talk to u today...