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Jan 2013
Sure, next time i'll restrain

i won't go back
lie after lie
i have nowhere to go
no tears left to cry
i ran myself dry
nothing left to give
for what is the reason to even live?
i dont want to die
but this thing we call life
isn't going too right.
Tylie
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Tylie
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   Timothy and Ugo
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