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Skin,

The things you say get under my skin. With every breath I hang on like a kid. They say for me to just let it go, But if I do I might spiral out of control. Cause so many people can actually win, But only you can get under my skin.

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caydy-wright

Canadian

Published: Oct 9, 2012
LinesWords: 651

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