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Dec 2015
Take my past and hold it against me
Till its white hot
And brands itself onto my ribs
Twist my drunken slurs
And turn them into knives
That stab you when your back is turned
Remind me again
That I can't be trusted
Not that I've given you a reason
To think that that's so
One Of The Tired Souls
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One Of The Tired Souls  25/F/Colorado
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