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Jun 2015
Doxycycline
Tetracycline
Fix my flaw
I want to be free

It doesn't matter
Or so they tell me
Self worth killer
My own worst enemy

Discomfort in a crowd
Pretending it's class
I want to be loud
Hey, look, a mask

Substance crutch
Just one glitch
There's never enough
Got lost in a trip
Jane Lame
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Jane Lame
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   Cecil Miller
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