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Feb 2016
Choices, I'm afraid to live, but afraid to die, stuck in a box, I boxed to much and lost myself,  now I'm afraid to even try. A result of losing something. Now remember when, I lost myself to them pills, now I'm glad that they lost them self's from me. Then I found a war, that I can't lose myself from.
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