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Nov 2013
Get out of head
Clouding my mind
with all of this *******
I can't even think
And you just keep feeding me
All of these things
That don't make any sense
Just stop and let me be
who I am for a second
Before all of this ****
is as nonexistent
As the hope of life getting better
Zach Gordon
Written by
Zach Gordon  Kentucky
(Kentucky)   
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   --- and For the Sparrows
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