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May 2018
Again, another fool
Another place
Another hurt unlike any
A different kind of hurt to be my crutch
Hold me back to hell
Let the angry beast rip me out
She's romantic
She's in hell
I'm enchanted
From all of her spells
let us deny we know anything
To the police
Because we hate you
Let us dive further into a life
Where we can ask for more
Where we don't have to pretend
To Forget
The past
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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