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Sep 2015
I used to think I knew what I wanted
Until I got upon it
And like a pony she kicked
And like a doggy she bit
Now that's a real (BARK)
But I can never say it
Leave me contemplating
Summer nights
Writing isolation

I used to think I loved
And now I feel its hate
The light touch of your skin
Your voice makes me shake
Pickin my heart up off the ground
Is what it takes
Too see your face every monday
In the hallways
You pass me by
Right before my eyes
I watch you and I drift away
Like it was never real in the first place
But I still love you
Like I used too
Demented Mushroom
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Demented Mushroom
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