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May 2016
Sometimes
my mind
clouded with doubt
owns me
broken by reality
like drone
these e-motions control me
this roller coaster ride, called life
got me feeling butterflies inside
instead of face the light outside
I rather curl up and hide
but thanks to my pride
i just let things slide
off my shoulder like a glacier
Styles
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Styles  NYC
(NYC)   
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   Jacob Cuadro and john p green
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