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Feb 2013
Keep replaying old childhood memories of hiding in odd places to try to run away.
Under the bed.
In the upper closet
In a shed
Or the trunk of my moms car
Now, these urges to play hide and seek.
To be found drenched in a forest
Or OD'd in my car.
Miss Misery
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Miss Misery  Los Angeles
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