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Nov 2013
No time for these games, I don’t like being played
Little boys all around, I wish that you’d stayed.
Pills to sleep, Smoke, and too many shots.
Now he’s the one that haunts my thoughts…
My fairytale plot, never seems to go right.
Reality hits, when I sleep alone at night.
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