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Created on: October 24, 2008
The end of something;
It has finally come,
Through the dirt and the slime,
And unmistakable scum,
That lies in this hell-hole,
With heat of blistering degrees,
Boiling the blood,
In my brain's dimly lit seas.
Some evil grim presence,
Has always been here,
Who's slung-out shit,
I no longer can bear.
So now I shall leave,
All this horrible crap,
If I could just find my way.
Could someone show me the map?
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