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Jul 2013
Sometimes I wish I could sit and just be still
I rush into things
That I know that never will
Life has always been filled of pain
And for ages it stings
I feel I'll never be enough for someone
And that ill never amount to nothing
Jacob
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Jacob  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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