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May 2015
When I see you
          I still get butterflies
          And not in a good sense
            Not like the beginning
          Now they're rotting
      Festering deep within
  Desperate to escape
Like mental patients
From the asylum
   Consigned under false pretence
           Cause there's no love here
                          
                           **Just fear
Rhianecdote
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Rhianecdote  London
(London)   
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   keaoss, --- and SPT
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