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Feb 2010
It's fine
It's all just ******* fine
I'm fine
I'm really ******* fine
My heart is a trampled, stomped on mess
I sprint and weave to get away from the rest
I pray and curse and wish and sigh
I dream and come and sleep and cry
I sip and gulp to steep the highs
And image a simpler, healthier life
Red Starr
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Red Starr
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