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Dec 2015
i look for peace and its pain i find
it blows my mind every time
few things ever change
the others are all the same
there is nothing we can do
just be real and I'll do the same
all these haters hate, and these jokers lame
all alone in this lonely world
slip into my high as my head whorled
escape this place; enjoying my flight
reaching for the stars
got me taking things to a different height.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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