The words scar and never heal
The nights stars
Are half lit,
Cut backs,
The light at the end of the tunnel dimmed.
No matter the games rigged,
It's past your bedtime
Pass go and don't collect £200.
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This is were time stops and nothing starts. Lost in yesterday and tryin hard to work out today. I am nither here or there. So i try and put how i feel right here..... If you get me..................... its my turn...
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- Leave the light on, just for a minute.
- You have to eat your dinner or no pudding
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About Me
- Crappo the Clown
- East Belfast
- I like dancein on tables and gettin drunk, drunk enought to fall and stumble, to know im lost and feel its ok to mumble. time takes to long so im tryin to express how i feel. but the question is always there is any of this real?
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