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Dec 2016
It's the little things that I know is true
Its the little things I saved that make me kinda blue

Told me I need to grow, my roots develop before forming my soul..
Craved who you are and who you will be

Hit me like no other drug
Too much, too soon
Or
Too little, too late

head full of better off dead
not enough days left in this bitter memory....afraid to lose you until now
Joshua Mahoney
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Joshua Mahoney  Manitou springs
(Manitou springs)   
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