Haleigh, Haleigh
I am an ancient soul,
But I fear that which comes with age;
My words are all besides my beating blood that seem to breath,
But I'm content with that.
When I push air out of my lungs to sing,
something else lives inside of me anyway.
So this must be just a shell, this silly flesh,
housing millions of souls against their will.
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compton days.
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