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May 2016
Every time I time I think I'm vacant
Seeing you floods my chest again
I don't know how much more I can stomach
I think I need to run away from this
But the more I run the harder it becomes to breath
I can't imagine the damage I've done to you
We were doomed from the start
Weren't we?
Flaws
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