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By Pyro-Knyght{J}

reach out and touch what it is thats broken try as hard as i can to piece it back cant find the rest of my life cant seem to get it all on track nights getting longer without direction the gas gauge limits where i go vodka pouring like a river drinking until my own face i dont know walk around the rest of the night lookin for cattle to get into a fight doesnt matter who right now even if i know em im down not myself anymore you wont recognize me i dont feel the same any more and its easy to see

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