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Dec 2016
Run
I'll write my sweetest words
My most heartfelt letters
All to the silence in the room
I am tired of bleeding this body
And playing my heart strings
To an empty audience
I'm still hurting somewhere
And my body ain't bleeding
Those love letters no more
Planes don't stop the ghosts from saying hello in the clouds.
Tupelo
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Tupelo  23/M/Maryland
(23/M/Maryland)   
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