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Apr 2018
we don't know

how to be grateful
how to be loved

talking behind your back
silent
talking really bad stuff

could you give me a hand
I'll give it back
when I can

I'm so tired
of life

overthinking the night

they don't know what its like to reach the end of the tunnel
without a glimpse of light

it's best not to ask anyone for favors
nor tell them your problems
eileen
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eileen
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     --- and arizona
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