January 2011
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Listening to the Used whilst on my way to the...
Is it worth is can you even hear me? Standing with your spotlight on me. Not enough to feed the hungry. I’m tired and I’ve felt it for a while now. In this sea of lonely, the taste of ink is getting old it’s 4 o’clock in the fucking morning, each day gets more and more like the last.
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