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The Move

Time has gone by fast.
Were just now leaving at last.
I got to grasp all my feelings,
and all the killings, my heart has made
and let go of it all.
At last the tables have turned.
My soul and feelings are now burned.
My scars on my hand
are from the time i was depressed
and when i was doing drugs.
that messed with my mind...
shit okay well time for me to go.

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