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Feb 2013
Do you remember what you said to me?

When you told me you wouldn't leave?

Well, now you're gone
baby
You're so far gone

But,
I can't love a hallucination,
cannot live in my imagination
I get so high off my frustration
it takes ahold of me

and makes a fool of me
I'll agree, it makes a fool of me
Liz Devine
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Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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