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Sep 2016
Poe
All these demons will soon become ghosts
When we're talking they hurt the most
You're deteriorating, everyone knows
How much longer, how many hopes
I'm running from these shadows
Balancing on doubt
Sometimes I wish I'd never figured it out
I'm hoping and praying that these are just thoughts

Cause when you leave me I'll really be lost
Nevermind
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Nevermind  22/F/Connecticut
(22/F/Connecticut)   
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   --- and Doug Potter
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