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Oct 2013
I know you usually talk but let me speak.
  Know you usually wanna be the better me.      You usually say something  but my ears are are weak.
Usually cause we argue bout the same old thing.
Talk about what? Your just gunna cut me off and then let me be.
But whatever here I am in hell and there you go burning me.
You can be  my angel you know... If you shut up and let me speak!
Man it hurts to know that I been looking at this mirror .... Speaking bout me
Christian zeal
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   Bunhead17, Darkin and Mercy B
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