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Unfocused truth

Borrowed words wont be returned. They're already lost. Joining the pattern , holding on to em
' no matter the cost. An army of ink no one can erase , the bitter sweet truth carefully sealed in it's case . Written reality seperated by a calculated space. Forcing its way thru all , any obstacle becomes collateral damage , so determimd it becomes a unstopabble savage, injecting the beholder, *grey now becomes less colder, whats far away get's à bit closer, the antidote safely guarded by it's soldier. Feeds on weakness and lies rapped in the friendliest*disguise. Aknowledged or not it wont be stopped til the pen is dropped




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Publicerad 2011-08-05 00:40



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