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May 2015
There's no place to go.
This isn't hide and seek.
He's killing himself and he's killing me.
I can't get out.
Don't scream or shout.
I'll love you to the end..
Even though you're bringing me down.
Tessa Garcia
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Tessa Garcia  Under your bed
(Under your bed)   
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