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A blank Slate
mysterious stranger at my door
looking around for a big score, wondering how life will reign on your ever lasting heavenly parade
talking to those insane white coats,waiting to run out of my noose and choke prancing around my halls of the house tip toeing as quiet as a mouse
forever living in fear as the car runs over a head lighted deer
realizing nothing was real to begin with
your whole life was just a myth
