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Your words are fuel to my ears, thats what i tell myself to annihilate the pain locked in a 4 by 4 box suffocated by the razor blades surfacing the broken scared skin. PAUSE! FIXED! sweet nectar of delicate melody's lift,BRIGHTEN,swip me off my feet yet lay my soul down for peace FIXED numbed by the notes passed through my canal blanked by colorful terms on my canvas conditions i choose not to follow judged not by thy actions FIXED carefully decided what to inspire the crowd with Fixed by silence Lost by substance Found by music FIXED
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