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Sep 2016
Letting people in is something I’ve always struggled with
I've tried to overcome
Too stubborn to let someone help me

Your face is the rain, and your voice is turning to hail

I will soon push you away and try to stray far
*I won’t answer my phone, but I'm still hoping you’ll call
monica
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