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Oct 2013
You were the vacuum in my life, ******* out all of the bad things
All of the dirt, the waste, the trash, the insecurity that I swept under my carpet
You took it all away
I sat back in a clean apartment and kept thinking
What if I'd actually love being a mess...
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