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Aug 2013
Laying on the tracks , waiting on the train.
Sitting under the clouds , waiting on the rain.
sittin here sad tryna get rid of the pain.
Pain pain go away come back on another day.
But i shouldnt have to say this everyday.
When i cross the streets i dont look both ways.
Sitting here alive , waiting on death.
i wanna look pretty when i take my last breath.
Im waiting.
Waiting to see how soft my casket is.
Im waiting.
Cant wait until im done with this ****.
sweetie pie
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sweetie pie  Minnesota
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   Claire R
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