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Apr 2012
This isn't a test, but you have all the answers.
This isn't a dream, but you need to wake up.
This isn't a toy. It's my heart, and it's breaking.
You know that I'm yours, so just tell me you're mine.
This is my last cigarette, and I'm running out of time.
Sarah Caroline
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Sarah Caroline
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   Hunter Miller
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