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Oct 2018
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Empty temp me I think I mighta bent me
spent me now I’m broke
I get broken a lot looking for hope
It’s the pain and the strain that I smoke
I feel like hell and it drags me down
with every drag I take
not clowning around
It’s pouring rain
watch the blood run
Running in circles, call me insane
Peace
Written by
George Greenbaum  19/M/Boulder, CO
(19/M/Boulder, CO)   
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