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Aug 2013
I'm sorry
sorry
sore me
poor me
pity me
I do
do you?
do too
it's true
that my truth
has lost all meaning
so I lie
and die
a little every time
the words
choke me
rope me
into doing it's
bidding
keep a lid on it
stop me
poor me
sorry
I'm so so sorry

even if I'm not.
Life's a Beach
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Life's a Beach
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   Kailee Sometimes
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