Searching (melodic rap)
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searching for the anecdote a letter I haven't written yet a pill I haven't swallowed I got skeletons in my head tuck me in go to bed but they never let me get rest and if these walls could talk they'd be baring it all to the audience all the unspoken words and the bullseye and the way I write with blood instead of black inked lines
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