February 2015
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Home
February 4, 2015
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Way down the, long long road, I saw the edge of time. The space was, so damn clear, I knew it could be mine. So
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What I Hold
February 8, 2015
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Buy a pack of cigarettes, and taste the smoke within your soul. I thought I had a dominance, over your weary full. A twist and
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Call and Complain
February 19, 2015
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Turnstiles to a cage and the day is just mine. Calm down and stay cool, I really want it all. How the hands of fate,