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Apr 2016
I'm ****** in the head
Bent over and spread

Although he thinks I have a beautiful mind,
The nicest thing anyone has ever said

I'm a ******* liar
and a **** good one too

I'm the only one that knows
No one has a clue

On a train full of people and
Nobody knows my name

Just another bag of blood
Another lonely frame

Numbing reality
Artificial clarity
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     Brent Fisher, --- and Nikki
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