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Jan 2014
I believe in love but it only leads to disappointment.
For you are the reason my wrist are all ******.
And I know you don't care.
What a thought?
Someone you care about not caring for you.
So when I die make a movie of my life.
Make it black and white and silent like me and all my emotions.
And at the end put a simple Fin.
Written by
Malcolm
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   ---, Nadia DeLevea, The Haywire and mads
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