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Jun 2016
Well yeah,
different than you?
who'd you ****?
Yeah, well
there it is
...man.
You never
washed
blood from
your fingers
yet tell
ME
how it's
done.
Yeah
that's rich
and me
I'm the one
losing skin
from scrubbing.
Well yeah,
Hell yeah
it comes
off
hard.
I'll do it again
do it
NOW
if you
I said,
YOU
push
the
issue.
Like YOU
have a
clue
why I cry
myself
to sleep.
*******
all of you
but especially
YOU.
Well yeah,
HELL yeah
it's
the Truth.
JC
Written by
JC
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