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Jun 2012
Its three o'clock in the morning,
And all of the sudden, emotions escape without warning,
Now I sit, hear me cry,
Just sitting here, wondering why the **** I got the hand I was dealt,
And I swear I have never felt,
So ******* alone.
And its killing me, because its three o'clock in the morning,
And all these emotions, are just driving me ******* crazy.
The flow of this is sorta,.. ****** up. but whatever.
Johnnie Rae
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Johnnie Rae  25/F/New Jersey
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