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Apr 2015
I need something to set fire to my inhibitions
so that I may run away again
void of that guilt of all I leave behind.
How can I cut ties
whist knots are still so tangled?
How can I burn all bridges without the fire consuming me?
**** it,
let's torch it,
burn it all to the ground.
Darby Rose
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Darby Rose  City of Salt
(City of Salt)   
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   NV
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