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I don't get angry with the sun For being what it is Or doing what it does When my skin burns From overexposure I just become disappointed With myself You were no different I just wanted you to be
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 9:29 AM UTC
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I don't get angry with the sun For being what it is Or doing what it does When my skin burns From overexposure I just become disappointed With myself You were no different I just wanted you to be
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 9:29 AM UTC
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