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Sep 2016
Bite my tongue until it bleeds
Because I'm not going to cry,
Not anymore

Make a fist until it stings
Because I'm not going to take it,
Not anymore

Stand up straight as a board
Because I'm not going to sulk,
Not anymore

Spread these broken wings
Let them show, let the wind blow
Through the things that once were
Because I'm not being afraid,

Not me, not anymore.

E.s
Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
(San Fransisco)   
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   Elizabeth J, --- and LeV3e
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