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Feb 2015
tell me about the memories that don't belong to me again

about the days i wasn't there
and you found yourself
in conpany of a blank stare

those are days we did not share .


stop ******* telling me about the things i did when i was a baby
i don't remember ****
and you smell weird.
argus
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argus  somewhere, US
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