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Jun 2015
My mind is a feeble thing
Coming unraveled at the seams
It lies to me of what it needs
Tells me to hate everything
To be so critical and obscene
Why can’t I just be happy?
JW
Written by
JW  Harper Woods
(Harper Woods)   
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