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Monday, September 29, 2014

"2:00"



"2:00"
By Arcassin Burnham




Sometimes I think I need a song,
To get the evil chanting out my ears,
Sometimes I think I need sex,
Just to cure my intimacy,
Sometimes I think I need a new heart,
To replace the one I have with pain,

But I'm still the same,

Sometimes I think I need a pet,
That one bestfriend that gets me,
Sometimes I think I need an instrument,
So I could play my heart out on the piano,
Sometimes I think I need hatred,
To overflow the hatred I have so it could all come out,
Sometimes I wish I was born into a life,
With so much of the pain,

But I'm always the same.

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