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May 2017
Sometimes, I'm afraid,
I want my heart to break.

I am in love.

There's a stack of tapes in my head,
songs for the lost.

It is midnight.

I open the windows of my home;
I wait for the burglars to sneak in.
Written by
Irene  23/F/USA
(23/F/USA)   
250
     ---, Azaria, George Anthony and Cinzia
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