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Wed, Jun 26, 2013 at 3:01 AM By: Maardsha

And with the early dawn,
Moving right along, I couldn't buy an eye-full of sleep.
And in the aching night under satellites, I was not received.
Built with stolen parts, a telephone in my heart, someone get me a priest to put my mind to bed.
This ringing in my head, is this a cure or is this a disease?

Nail in my hand, from my creator.
You gave me life, now show me how to live.

  1. Victoria xoxo avatar

    On Fri, Jun 28, 2013 at 2:52 PM, Victoria xoxo said:

    Sounds like living in New York

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