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Sep 2015
After you left again,
I cried tears like the river
Black as the styx
Dark as my demons,
Below the surface
This twisted arms race
What a contorted love,
Be my bridge,
I fear of drowning,
All over again,
In the safety of your skin
whatever *rap horns*
Tupelo
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Tupelo  23/M/Maryland
(23/M/Maryland)   
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