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Nov 2017
If you know what I was facing,
Would you be so kind and leave me alone?
You're a **** talking drama queen,
And I want nothing to do with you.

You told lies about the morning sun,
How it starts a new day,
But you killed your heart every time you opened up the front door.

You make believe that the world is revolving around you,
The crows pick out the last of your mind,
Do not expect me to cry you a river,
When your golden plane comes crashing down.

You told lies about the morning sun,
How it starts a new day,
But you killed your heart every time you opened up the front door.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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