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Feb 2018
If you don't choose a side you either fall through the crack and die or you create your own platform and survive,
you just gotta chose life over death
but sometimes it's really just not what you want
Because If you put a gun up to my head
I'd beg for the trigger to be pulled
But if you handed me the gun
I'd put it back down
Because my heart couldn't **** me
But my head wishes nothing more...
'Maybe my heart would be warm dead cause it's so cold alive'
Georgia
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Georgia  18/F/This stays silent
(18/F/This stays silent)   
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