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Parts 11
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Reads 267
Votes 65
Parts 11
Time 5m

Mature

I am one of those wounded fighter
Who had lost the big game of life

With aches in my soul
I wander trough the corridor of lies

I need someone to soothe my pain
To stop this bleeding heart

To defuse this ticking selfdestructAll Rights Reserved

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