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Oct 2015
Made up of memories
Asleep in the eyes of Destiny
Unable to breathe properly
Still looking for the meaning
Open and close, all the same
Love, a drug to be imposed
Even when I was happy
Under it all
Maybe I was hurting
We exist through this
Adam Mott
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Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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