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Apr 2016
I feel like my heart is stuck in
Bumper to bumper traffic
You will never know that feeling

I can't face the truth
I'll do everything different

Go ahead, and steal my heart
Go ahead, and make me cry
You can have my heart, but
You cannot have my name

I'm full of
Sensitivity and intensity
I'm flawlessly broken
When will you notice?
Crístál Válęntíná
Written by
Crístál Válęntíná  New York
(New York)   
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   Timothy and Stephan
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