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Jul 2016
I dont really know why I though I changed
I'm back to my old useless, selfish ways
Crippling love, killing those I do
Slowly but surely there will be an end
I dont know if I can wait to see it
Living without breathing, I dont know what I want more
To feel
Or to be loved
ximri
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ximri  midwest
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