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abstruse:
adding on to previous flow.

seven-teen years old, but he sold his soul,
to the devil, now im tryin to
poetically express myself on a new level,
now me and him wont have a sequel
cuz that evil
infest your body like the measles
my bodys aching, consistantly being punctured,
with internal needles,
and then going through me head,
having dreams of findin em dead,
wishin i coulda said,
what i didn't
one more time express my feelings
one more time hear em breathing
man my life is pealing
away, off my skin
everyday this shit gettin creepier
having visions of the grim reaper
coming for me and i can tell
come get me bitch im ready to leave
this living hell.

bez:
shits dope.  Keep droppin.

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