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I've spent the last month learning how to adapt on my own jumping from couch to couch, will I ever call you my home my feet are aching, my shoes are torn you got my knees shaking, can these roots withstand this storm you've got my shredded voice screaming, I wish that I had never been born I've learned that it's not about the things I have, but who has my back in the end I'll make sure I keep a safe distance between someone else and what's left of my heart because for all I know, I've been this ****** up from the start
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
Safe distance
I've spent the last month learning how to adapt on my own jumping from couch to couch, will I ever call you my home my feet are aching, my shoes are torn you got my knees shaking, can these roots withstand this storm you've got my shredded voice screaming, I wish that I had never been born I've learned that it's not about the things I have, but who has my back in the end I'll make sure I keep a safe distance between someone else and what's left of my heart because for all I know, I've been this ****** up from the start
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
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