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Apr 2016
we are what we hate
you say stop acting this way

asking why i'm somebody  else
whenever i start to shed my shell

i guess we really are exactly what we hate
and maybe really for me all i am is...

myself.

- end
absinthe
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   Jocie and Ariel Baptista
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