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Jun 2018
I'm crying at your doorstep
But you haven't been home lately
Old memories are haunting me
Ghosts of the past trying to take me down
I'm wandering, spiraling,
took a trip with Molly.
I'm slitting my wrists now baby
Red is dripping, staining my legs
I'm sitting at your doorstep baby
I haven't seen you around, lately
Oyashumi
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Oyashumi  Belgium
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