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Dec 2016
my heads a cluttered mess
i can't see, can't get dressed
i can't think, i'm just stressed
and i'm digging myself deeper everyday

i saw her and she smiled
disappointed her for miles
and i thought i was out of this hole
i wanna die before i get old
John
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John  28/M/New York
(28/M/New York)   
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