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Mar 2018
Lies shine right through your smothering box
Although you thought you kept yourself from me
I feel like I see everything while
Toxic fumes that I emanate
Leave myself distraught
You had him
To drown yourself in
All I have are my thoughts
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
(28/M/Minnesota)   
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   Nayana Nair
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