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Mar 2016
Doing that doesn't help me,
Nor make me love thee.

It only makes me number,
Don't you ever wonder?

Doesn't it make sense?
Try to look into its lense.

You'll see that it gets me farther
And my heart turns harder.

How can I begin?
Can't I win?

I wanted to start over but I'm too weak,
Doing that only makes me feel really sick.

I need your help in this,
I can't do it, so please.
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Autumn Daze
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