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eating punches striking and luscious ive scrapped ive cut with a knife  ive had a gun threat u aint scared when u believe dying isnt scary or sad i have lots of lives to live like bloody sheets and a cross on your wall n all planes into the abyss ive been missed but i miss more listening to the music got me typing fast rural plural purple in lingo like a better tomorrow and no fear of death only a fear of a loss of my freedom and being happy alone damn im cold i trumped the old school rules i dance to the new tune and meditate to the blues