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I want to derail a train and go through the pockets of the dead
Thursday, January 8
feel bad again
I don't think i feel well
i
i
don't
there is no point in me
i am pealing all my muddy flesh
oh he is sad,
"she would hate me anyway'
where is my like going
just over the hill and into the wood
oh i just see it
lt what is in there, out.
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