Whys That?
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IP:
Atticus- Poetry cypher
In The Majesty Of Life, Often Reality Alludes Me,
There're So Many Days Spent Lost In Escapes.
Tip-Toe The Razor Blade Until The Sink Beholds Me.
Slit, A Slot In My Body. One Forwich I Continuely Rape.
I Fuck It, As I Do My Life Untill A Calous Grows.
Now Every Day Is Dull And Nutral To Point Of Depression.
The Razor Sleeps Beside Me, But I Long For Its Love No More.
For Im A Victom Of Lust. Searching For Embetterment.
So Cold And Caloused That Now The Original Seach Obscure.
I Dance With Devils. Not Because I Like The Sinister,
But Rather Because This Walts Is Addictive.
This Is My Life, Crownd By A Drowning Achievement,
Life Is A Rush Of Blood To The Head, But I No Longer Can See Red.
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