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And I keep telling myself I'm tired When the truth is I'm exhausted Depleted On the verge of Giving up And I keep telling myself I'm fine When the truth is I'm morose Melancholic On the edge of Bursting And I just want you To call ********
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
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And I keep telling myself I'm tired When the truth is I'm exhausted Depleted On the verge of Giving up And I keep telling myself I'm fine When the truth is I'm morose Melancholic On the edge of Bursting And I just want you To call ********
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