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Oct 2015
When I was a kid this was all so simple
a day wasted was never so
and an hour in thoughts was worth it all
now I've no time,no patience,no tranquility
Overloaded overloaded
I'm not what I used to be
when you were mine I deposited myself on you
I felt so light, now you are others
I'm overloaded to were I can't move on.
Tysheanna
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Tysheanna
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