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Feb 2015
sometimes it all just gets to much
i get so sad and upset that i can’t breathe
so how on earth do you expect me to talk
and tell you about all the demons inside me
when they are sitting on my lungs?

*(s.m)
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SMN  20/F/Aarhus, Denmark
(20/F/Aarhus, Denmark)   
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