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Monday, November 30, 2015

Where can a man hide, as prideful as I
Its surprise, running in the desert pile
I was floating against trendy tide
All I remember is that I failed
Now, like a sciamachy to prove with proof
I don’t even know why, a small price?
Can’t you sell me out before crime
These thoughts and verse are a lie
Take out these skin, no souls are seen
My teachings are all destroyed

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