The myriad choices of his fateSet themselves out upon a plateFor him to chooseWhat had he to lose
Sometimes I get tired of pins and needlesFacades are fire on the skinAnd I'm growing find of broken people As I see that I'm one of them
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Sometimes I get tired of pins and needlesFacades are fire on the skinAnd I'm growing find of broken people As I see that I'm one of them
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