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Apr 2017
I know I'm not who you want me to be
and I know it doesn't mean a thing.
Sometimes, I can still see you when I sleep.

and our house can't be a home
if I'm not allowed there anymore.
Anthem
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Anthem
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   --- and lavendersky
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