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[getupkenny]

Well i talk too much to myself. and i turn my back on my faith, it's like glass when i break.i wish no one in my place. i can't stay in this place. i can't stand when the room turns round on my fate. i give no guarantees, there's no promises i can keep. i can't stand.i can't see my way.i feel blind on my feet.i'm so tired of my mood and sleep comes with a knife, fork and a spoon.

goodbye, lay the blame on luck.