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Feb 2015
I'm suffocating in a old classroom because I have a chalkboard covered with equations of me trying to figure out
Who the
****
You're talking
To
Like that


Weak I was but I'm strong know
Mind and body and my fist have an itch that can only be soothed by burying them in your face
*****
This heart that never intends harm is calling for
**ARMS
Wasted Youth
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Wasted Youth
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