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Jan 2014
Don't think that it wasn't.
Don't think for a second it wasn't meant to be.
I wouldn't go back.
Through the valley of chaos,
Underneath the torment,
Engulfed in blinding visions.
The music played.
Don't think that it wasn't.
Don't think it wasn't a good thing.
And don't think it was a bad.

The music played.
Austin B
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Austin B  Canada
(Canada)   
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   unknown, Rebecca Scull, Camila, --- and AJ
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