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Oct 2018
hiding
is all I do

hiding
from the real world
filled with lungs that breathe
and hearts that beat

fever
with a slice of cold
but its alright

I'll stay home by myself

please girl
stay away from me
out of my sight

I'm so tired
of being your pawn

you control the game

when can I say game over

it's a Sunday

someday
someday

you'll say

I shouldn't have treated you that way
eileen
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eileen
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