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Mar 2015
Bury the blame in your chest and twist it,
do that for me friend, we’ll call it even.
I’m flattered that you came for me,
but if I could, I would have cut your throat with dolphin teeth.
You want to show me around like a prize,
it made me sick
so in seven weeks I’ll die
This isn't mine-lyrics from my current favorite song (Twist-Souvenirs) and what I'm relating to.
AJ
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AJ  23/F/GR, Michigan
(23/F/GR, Michigan)   
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