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Apr 2013
I swear I’ll save me from me
that’s how it’s always had to be
days spent trying not to drown
I’m sinking without a sound
don’t you worry about me
how it’s always had to be
I dove a little too deep
soul is sinking, breath won’t keep
Finally falling asleep.
little Bird
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little Bird  Chicago
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