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Sep 2015
If I get in the car
If I start driving
There's a distinct possibility
That I'll never stop

The urge to flee
Is haunting me
Fight or Flight?
Right?

I'm getting tired of fighting
Scratching, clawing, biting
Cause when I'm fighting myself
It doesn't ever help

Nothing helps
Nothing helps
Nothing helps
Jenni
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   Peter Robert Hamilton and NV
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