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  1. nikko_savage Off to the day starting late but still earlier things were a breeze like a fall afternoon after the prison we went to the home sweet home of a coffee shop so warm and cozy I felt till the past started taunting like a Like a Angry crowed I could sit there and look as the faces of pain happiness,sorrow and heartbreak laying here Remembering the sorrow and the dark nights I spent alone holding back the urges but Alas I sink with the ball and chain to my own self greed lonely and cold in the attic waters hoping that this breeze blows over and I'm able to make it out but in the end of the dark tunnel I'll only be adding for faces to the circle. Since when did the masochist puppeteer become a pissy like monster? That still rattles just the very thought

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