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Feb 2015
bright lights almost blind
looking for what I need

I have a fear of being lonely
i am not use to being used

i'm not use to what you make me do
my face cracks from crying

deaf and blind
I tell you now

not to use me
DC raw love
Written by
DC raw love  Alexandria
(Alexandria)   
525
   --- and Arlo Disarray
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