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Too Late

I can't seem to get along
with anyone here, the man
in the mirror is a fag and
all I want to do is sock
him in the face, I'm
starting to lose my
convictions. They try to
put me on reserve but I
already lost my position,
I want to confess my
actions but they tell me
it's too late that my
soul had already burned
to ashes.
Written by closram25
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