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This empty talk, it hurts me, My tears make it hard to see. All my smiles are fake I'm about to break And I just don't know who to be.
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
The unhappy little poem
This empty talk, it hurts me, My tears make it hard to see. All my smiles are fake I'm about to break And I just don't know who to be.
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
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