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Apr 2016
You keep on looking
Down the same ole path
I guess
The distance made you feel free
Keep your head down, and
Make it too me

You're the drug
That gets me through life
Your  eyes
Looked like a new beginning

You chose to be alone
You have a fickle heart, and
A bitterness
Crístál Válęntíná
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Crístál Válęntíná  New York
(New York)   
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