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Mar 2011
You started it.
Now look at the floor.
Whole house smells of smoke
You woke me up at four.
I'm never coming back
Only when it's dark
So I don't have to see your face
My friends are dying in the park
I hate telling lies
But you made me
Because you wouldn't accept the real me
Some times I just want to see my friends
Because that's what I need.
Daniel James
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