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Jun 2010
I have these maps
I have this plan
Bandages and wraps
That's when I ran
From this last fight
This time you broke it
My arm took flight
The skin it split
Drunken stupors
Black and blue
Locked doors
Leaving with morning dew
Definitely not a real situation; just random idea! :)
Written by
Rachael
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