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Jul 2017
Wasting my time
And wasting yours
Whats the point
Of insidious actions
Pure hate
Because you
Pretend to date
Something that isn't
Even you
I guess that's what makes
It easy to hide

I bring my heart
My soul
My music
You can play the fool
I'll be me until I can't
The Jolteon
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The Jolteon
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