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Feb 2021
There is faith in my blood
Cold hate that won't wait to
raise hell with my love

and I won't try to change your mind
I'll just wait for my fate
while you cry

I'll be fine for one more day
and I won't pray
I wont beg, for this life

This wine will be my mind
never solid, nor sober
a mess all the time

I won't pay to see this movie till the end
I wanted out, I chose sin
hoping a change in me would begin
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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