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    2009 - 08.02

    I’ve taken flames of criticism from my friends

    Apparently I don’t know what the hell I’m doing

    I am lost with my disease they claim.

    But I know a little something they will never know.

    And I have walked back through the alley’s of my mind

    Remembering the way it was before this madness gripped me.

    And I will arrive late yet, but at my destination I will be known

    And my chair will await me.



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