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31 stycznia 2011
12 stycznia 2011
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A heart that's full up like a landfill,a job that slowly kills you,bruises that won't heal.You look so tired-unhappy,bring down the government,they don't, they don't speak for us.I'll take a quiet life,a handshake of carbon monoxide,with no alarms and no surprises,
Silent silence.
This is my final fit,my final bellyache,with no alarms and no surprises....