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Nov 2013
I just want to exhale you.
You've attached.
You're a leach.
Not on my heart,
But my soul
And my strength.
Not my happiness,
But my mind
And my ability to breath.
If you really hated me this much
You would let me out.
If you haven't heard the Abbey Road version of Rootless Tree, you're not living.
AJ
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