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It's a tingle that will rise It's depression that grows It's a self loathing hatred And fear of losing control. It's the tears in your eyes It's the words you'll regret And the worst part about it is, There's never going back..

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justin-devitt

30 / M

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justin-devitt

30 / M

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Jan 27, 2016

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