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Oct 2011
All day I just want to lay
Here lonely,
With sad songs playing
Tears making the journey
To the ground
My stomach tight
No food in sight

Hurting is odd
Unlike me
All that I'm saying
Seems useless

There are no good excuses
This pain is ruthless
luci sunbird
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luci sunbird  the edge
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   --- and Lola Sanchez
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