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Poor Young Thing

Poor young thing. Dirty carpet, dirty face, dirty feelings in this place. Poor young thing can't help but cry, "Stick a needle in my eye." Empty bed, empty room, waiting for an empty tomb. Empty even with her in it. Poor young thing - nowhere to go, nowhere to stay, can't stand to live another day. Poor young thing.
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elle-dougherty
American
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Jan 8, 2012
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