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May 2015
In, out
In, out
In, out
They say the first couple times hurt but after a while, it gets easier.
Whoever said that lied to my face.

Because every time he is in my life its great,
But the second he walks out, my entire existence seems to fade away.

With every fight comes and even better make up but to be honest,
The make up isn’t even worth the pain I feel during the fight.

We cannot keep going at it like this
Because it definitely doesn’t hurt less the fifty sixth time
In, out
In, out
In, out
Death by Daydream
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Death by Daydream
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   Detached Dreamer, --- and Ysa Pa
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