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Nov 2015
This addiction has carried over the brink
Please say different words than the ones you are saying
My drums have lost beat
and my soul be hollow
Protecting my peace got dangerous
Resting my feet
There is no real logic for why we are broken this way
I heard thunder outside but it was just the garbage truck
Coming by to sweep up the yesterdays for God to cash them in as karma
I am drinking beer out of a McDonalds cup at 6:22am
I was 14 when I gave him my parts
He was 21 when he gave them to her
Donna
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Donna  Atlanta
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