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Mar 2017
i want an escape
where my hands sparkles with magic
adrenaline coursing through my veins
there is excitement and fun
and all i care about is saving other people
where i dont want a prince
but he still willingly comes to me

i want an escape to this ****** up life im living
where my hands are scarred
tears seeping through my cheeks
there's delussions and torture
and i can't even save myself
where i want a friend
but they all willingly walked out with my life
yne
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yne  dont belong to no city
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