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Sep 2013
i am here alone, stuck in my "home"
with thoughts of you of you in my dome
of thinking, stuck in my head
is stuff we have said

to one another, i read are chats
and think of you always, thats
to bad though, cause you don't have a care
for me, you just want me out of your hair
what you think
Dallas Allen
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Dallas Allen  America
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