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Dec 2013
The house is made for six people
But I feel like I am the only the one
Always waking up to an empty house
Breakfast and lunch by myself
More like a homeless but with a shelter
In what part of "Ohana" do you mean
There is no such thing I supposed
All that crap you are saying about blood on blood is only an empty talk
*****
You.
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