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Oct 2015
The heart right here is a quaking massive bubble
Keep the level head isn't going to be my devil right now
I press my fists to my knees, caps tightly clenched together
I'm cold so I sneeze out the fear right in front of me
They like to **** with pins and needles
But my head isn't going to be my devil right now
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   Sumina Thapaliya
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