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Dec 2018
You laughed when I said that I was scared
You chuckled when I said you were my only hope
Now I'm writing on my own
There isn't much you can do
To save me because I'm gone
What did I do to deserve this?
The worst part
Is that the pain feels so good
I'm covered in blood
What did you do to make me who I am
Now go
Go back to the wasteland you came from
Manic Tendencies
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Manic Tendencies
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     Amanda Goodness and Wyatt
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