ive learned to let the past stay a history, a story for someone else to tell. but the thing is, sometimes its safer than my present of Hell. guitarstrings are like a noose six not nine but it does the trick. sad how my 'dirty' sank to 'so cluttered' and 'filthy'. seventh wants his octive bride but hell hafta wait until im done with this rhyme.
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