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Jul 2013
It's late at night when thoughts are worse,
smoking out the window staring up at the sky
Broken people wandering a broken earth
whats the point in caring anymore why even try.

I'm longing for affection,
to be needed my someone.
This feelings pathetic,
it holds me back, it's dumb.

Broken people wandering a broken earth,
it's late at night when thoughts are worse.
Written by
Dan
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