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Dec 2012
Don't worry about me
My sorrow will be filled
with more pain tomorrow
So stop calling, your silly
games should be over now
I keep falling, but when
I'm done with you, my feet
should be able to reach the ground.
Mailan
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Mailan  Florida
(Florida)   
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