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Oct 2015
I often ponder sliding off this rock
and float until I find my comfort zone,
my love is greater than the distance,
I call him, "home"
But safety is not a comfort to me,
an anxious kid in sorry soot.
Never free from those that raised me
I wanna prove you wrong but I can do anything but

Weeping willow in disguise,
curse I'll have for the rest of my life
I care too much, but hate myself
my stupid head is giving me hell
this is supposed to be sang but I cant sing so here we go.
Georgia Curtis
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Georgia Curtis
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