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Sitting here, aimless still Not sure what I'm supposed to feel. full of tension raising altercations the way I approach this is exacerbation I make it worse by thinking of you but if I want a heartbreak I know what to do just stop for a moment and clearly think just how much I've lost and I'll clearly sink into the depths of a sea made of sadness and my mind drops into a well of madness
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Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 4:02 PM UTC
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Sitting here, aimless still Not sure what I'm supposed to feel. full of tension raising altercations the way I approach this is exacerbation I make it worse by thinking of you but if I want a heartbreak I know what to do just stop for a moment and clearly think just how much I've lost and I'll clearly sink into the depths of a sea made of sadness and my mind drops into a well of madness
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