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Apr 2017
You drive me to insanity
Not the good kind
The kind that runs through your veins
Until all that's left are the scrappy remains
Of what once were rational thoughts
You've committed a horrid crime of theft
Now there's nothing left
But scrappy remains
And insanity Running through my veins.
Amber-Skye Sammut
Written by
Amber-Skye Sammut  25/Melbourne
(25/Melbourne)   
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