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Aug 2018
If I'm appalled
It wont be enough to write
I may be sad
But never sad enough to die
Days like today
I just can't escape my life
Whether justice is or it isn't right
This phone of mine never rings at night
When the bottles empty
I'll be full of love
But it's just for tonight
Tomorrow I
Will be back to where I was
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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