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Mar 5
Maybe it was my fault.
Maybe I'm the problem.
I'm tired now and full of doubt.
I'm lost, stuck in this solemn.

I think I was born to be hurt.
It hurts so deep when your name I say
Maybe I'm not supposed to be loved.
Maybe this is just my price to pay.
Lost Indeed
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       White Owl, ---, rick, jewel, Mary Huxley and 3 others
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