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I look through the sky
with bated breath
I’m waiting for my fly
maybe someday I’ll fly away
but now there’s too much poison in my brain
I’m bored to death
I’m a plaything of destiny
maybe someday I’ll get this feeling away
but now there’s too much poison in my brain
my mental anguish is killing me
there’s no escape for me
25/12/05
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