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Dec 2013
I thought I had found my happy
But my happy was growing a hole
And every day the hole gets bigger
How much longer till my happy is just shreds?
I don't want to know
I don't want to
lemon
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lemon  somewhere in the midwest
(somewhere in the midwest)   
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