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Sep 2013
What does it take to feel ok,
Just so I can cry a river of tearless pain.
How long will it be before I can trust,
Before my feelings turn to dust.
Of all the things I could have said,
Why does it it have to be the feelings we've bled.
If anything I could have said,
It would be my fears and dread.
Clovina
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Clovina  19/California
(19/California)   
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   Emma Coote and Emily Tyler
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