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Jul 2015
my eyesΒ closedΒ shut as i lay in bed
the constant throbbing can't seem to stop in my head
the thought of tomorrow filled me with dread
as i prayed to the gods for me to be dead.
first one. i tried :|
dan
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dan  mnl
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   Charlie Smith
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