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Jan 2015
Sititin all alone in my living room, why does it feel the exact opposite? Full room people talkin ****, in a dead room and a blunt that's lit.
Still wondering why you left me?
Why did my soul leave when I was 9 years old?
I guess my heart been cold, you tried to warm it up but the engine's old.
Bubz
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