Takes and consumes what it desires
No need for rest it does not tire
Finally over everything is Ash
Scrape up your money
Your last bit of cash
Trying to hold yourself together
So you don't lose your head
Everything is gone you wish you were dead.
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Author:
DDH (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 3rd, 2018 11:16
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