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The artist was powerless under Stalin well I am glad that wasn't me being sent to the forced labor camps But though there isn't a dictatorship in america. Life fights with me, trying to dry up
I remember when i was the twinkle in my daddy's eyes. Then he left one day without saying goodbye. You where my dad that i once knew, But the little you know the pain you put me through. I've grown up and realized
I am from forgotten songs, From distorted guitars and double bass. I am from late night TV (Loud, blaring children shouldn’t be watching).
ALONE Hollow. That’s the fear I feel. The loneliness floods my chest like a Riptide. Human presence makes me feel
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