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Jan 2015
I lived a troubled life,
With no regrets,
Crying myself to sleep,
Sick of threats.
I didn't want to stay awake,
As I cried through the song,
Not thinking about tomorrow,
All Summer Long.
The cold wall of comfort,
On a long sobbing night,
There was no joy,
There was no end...
in sight.
NothingInMotion
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