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Apr 2015
I push the axe that comes down and splits us into two parts
We reveal the glue that bound us together
It pours around us and forms muddied puddles
In which i trip and drown
But you drink to make you strong.
Never forget that you may be the problem..not them!
Mallow
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Mallow  London
(London)   
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