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Apr 2013
crash, crash!
Come on, you know
You want to....
Just crash

Everyone has that voice
In their head that's supposed
To give them good advice;
Mine is not like that.

She takes over sometimes
She is my naughty side
She is so vile and snide
She always wants control.

Vicky is her name
And I hope
I never become
Her....
Tori G
Written by
Tori G  Richmond
(Richmond)   
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