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Dec 2014
How does a morning so delicate so perfect...
turn into such a miserable day
to insecurity
to me shaming every single thing
carrying around a frown for fashion
....i guess i really want to sit up in here like i usually do
and mumble, rant on for hours about my so far **** day
find the answer i'm looking for than come back 3 hrs later
i guess my real thing is
is letting life flow
and i know exactly what that means...
I don't know...i just don't know
Written by
Miley Cyrus  Mars
(Mars)   
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