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Jun 2013
Come on, little sister
Make amends
Let us know truth
Make it better
Tell us what we need
So now when we hear your words
We will no longer fall on scraped knees
Stand up like a man, sister
On those feet of concrete
And let it all out
Because I know what you think you know
But I'll tell you this
You've known no pain
John
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John  28/M/New York
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