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Feb 2015
There is something broken in my head,
It kills the happy thoughts ,
It wants me dead,
And though i fight the dark within,
With every tooth and nail,
No matter how far i run,
it always will be there,
What do you do,
when your worst enemy is you.
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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