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Apr 2012
This isn't me.
This isn't you.
What did I do?
What did I do?
Coming here,
was pretty queer.
It wasn't me,
you told me to.
Where can I go?
What can I do?
This really cant be.
Look what you made me do
No longer stranger faces
I've been to this place before
Michael McBride
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Michael McBride
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