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Jul 17
I caved in the drywall because you let me cave in.
And ****** knuckles seem painless when all I can see is red.
I wrote you songs so you would know how I feel.
I think I'm just afraid.
I know I'm just afraid.
This isn't about you
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Bummer  17/My room
(17/My room)   
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