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Aug 2016
You're somewhat like a drug,
When I'm with you, theres a rush.
But every time we part ways,
I'm not left with very much.
This aching in my chest,
It's too hard to explain.
This pain filling my head,
Am I going insane ?
Indigo Prince
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Indigo Prince  Monterey
(Monterey)   
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