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Sep 2016
There's this man
He lives in the confines of my heart
And he's been trying for years to find a way to make it stop
He just wants to sleep, but the beat never drops
And the beatings never stop, because I won't let him go to bed
I'd rather keep him up and make him fight with the child inside my head
AK93
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AK93  24/M/United States
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