Those With Loaded Guns And Those Who Dig
I don’t like my body, so i became a parody, a bad taste joke, a speechless clown, a twisted child.
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Down in a hole, losing my soul. Down in a hole, losing control. I'd like to fly, but my wings have been so denied...
Ask me. I don't bite. Not always.
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