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Jan 23
When it's been pouring heavy all day
then this feeling comes and always befuddles.
A couple cuts to make demons obey
rather I should jump in some muddy puddles.
Or is the pain supposed to put me place?
But no longer will I be at their disgrace.
Alternate Realities
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Alternate Realities  17/M/Behind my Eyes
(17/M/Behind my Eyes)   
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   Khoi
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