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Jul 2015
It's all fun until you can't
sleep.
And you have to watch your back before you
speak.
The lying gets old...
And adrenaline cold.
Like ice in your veins.
It's all fun and games
Until you've gone insane.
Melody Claire
Written by
Melody Claire  Denver
(Denver)   
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