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Apr 2017
And then Holden got so depressed that he wandered around
Looking for someone to talk to: piano
Players, dumb girls, a young
*******, Catholic
Nuns. But he didn't find anyone
In these dark hours
I always feel like that
I guess that means they should
Put me in the mental
Hospital too.
Written by
Liliana Lopez  F/United States
(F/United States)   
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   Rapunzoll, Mack, --- and ---
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