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Jan 2013
How many years of your life can you
Keep questioning?

I'm drunk at a bar, and have no friends.
I have nothing. . .

But a few bucks in my pocket,
I'm tired. . .

I'm too afraid to try,
Way too tired to cry.

ButΒ Β for some reason
I never want to leave .
Written by
Micaela
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