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Dec 2015
Breathing is hard
when you're drowning in your own sadness
and you were a life saver
keeping me afloat from the pain
but I guess you didn't care to pull me back to shore
and my I'm slowly losing my grip
I need to sleep
the boy that cried over you
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the boy that cried over you  Arkham Asylum
(Arkham Asylum)   
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     Creep, The Emerald Outcast, --- and Lu Lu
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