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my arm is throbbing the blood, waiting.
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the polish on my nails is chipping. / my grip onto honesty is slipping. / each flake reveals a fake mistake, / that breaks me each moment i awake. / lies and disguise lie beneath, / along with the words that were un
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your life isn't at full throttle / when your buying happiness by the bottle / how do you expect me to act when you slur your words? / and the only thing you can see is a blur, which you can't deter. / the pot is makin
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i am a rough draft. / full of mistakes that deserve a laugh / and all the terror results in an error / that is always proved wrong by a pencil mark, / which follows me like a narc in the dark. / this is a battle bet
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