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Nov 2019
there's no one quite like it
the voice in your head
it tells you you're pretty
than tells you you're dead
there for you in silence
there for all the pain
it picks up the pieces
it cut out of your brain
sick with the flu and gotta wake up at 6 am.
D
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D  25/Canada
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