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Tasty Fantasy.

Sitting here can't distinguish what's real,
Still tring to figure out what's the deal.

Everything around me is silent and in fast motion,
Nothing is on my level especially all this commotion.

The days are numbered before its all decided,
I can't stop stressing, I've tried it all now I just lie here.

Sick of these demons clenching my soul,
...Draining me, lucifer's clutch has a hold.

I'm naked so you can judge me for excatly who I am,
The sickness of stress is cranked all the to ten!

Will I ever return to show what I'm capable of?
I need to return to give that special touch.
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Posted: Aug 2012

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