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Dec 2015
I wished for everything I can think of when i stand with a bunch broken flowers in my hand
Hours I stare, times left me, thank god
Thank God times left me
Would it be easier to see through the looking glass
Would it be easier if I tried harder to control everyone in my path
Smile at me and crack the whip
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