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Jun 2018
The strange games you play with my brain,
Are simply driving me insane.
You shoot me down, and wither my heart.
With you there’s really no place to start.
When I’m with you I feel cold.
Your attitude and abuse are getting old.
I have to escape you...some way, somehow.
But I can’t, not here, not now.
:)
Laughing Man
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