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Apr 4
All of your music is in my head
So today I’m listening to streets you don’t walk
And people you don’t talk to
I’m hearing nothing but your voice
So today I’m talking over it
With no hopes I won’t bore it
I’m turning your fumes into flowers
Your screams that are fueling my noisy head
I’m walking faster and farther
And you are filling in a grave you dug yourself
Toxicity bring about buckets of words
Written by
avery  21/F/The woods
(21/F/The woods)   
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   JoJo Nguyen
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