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Friday, June 18, 2010

OXY

Cut the lines, the powder fills the rows
Cut the ties , the fire of life grows cold
Take another smell, its all the same to me
Rest in pieces knowing it was me
Burning cold inside, taste me till you die
The love you have for me, will break you till you cry
Twitching legs, cold sweats, mentally fucked
One more smell it all passes, one more taste it all smashes
Life as you know it, never to be the same
Let me introduce myself Oxy is the name.

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