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Get Out Of My Head
But I can’t go anywhere in this small, god-forsaken town without seeing you and having a panic attack.
Do you realize this at all?
Sometimes I can’t sleep in my own ******* bed because you made it a crime scene when you shoved me down on it while I screamed “No.”
You ****** me up. You still **** me up. And you will never be punished.
That in itself is ****** up.
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