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Sep 2012
There's nothing you can say or do
Convinced I'm as ****** up as you
Have no idea what it's like inside
These four walls that I call my mind
I wish I didn't, if only I could
But god it just, hurts so good
Maybe this is how life goes
Maybe I'm just the last to know.
Experimental Habits
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Experimental Habits
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