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Mar 2015
My thoughts are heavy and loud
they make my head pound and my neck sore
my body begins to shake
Quaking in my own significance
i dont want to exist anymore
Let me go
I have no idea, i likef the first few lines and went eith the rest so whatever you think is appreciated. ENJOY
Clara the Clairvoyant
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Clara the Clairvoyant  23/up above
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   Jessica Evans and Nope
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