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Mar 2016
It's not love
I'm trapped
How did I get here?
I saw you as an escape.  
Now I just want to escape.
The lies I tell myself daily.
It'll all be OK.  
I just want to run away.
Gypsy soul
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Gypsy soul
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   Pamela Rae
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