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Feb 2014
My breath is just air
It runs through strands of hair
They run out of my head
I'm pretty much dead
I miss my life
I know I can't survive
I'm just living in vain
My heartstings are strained
I need this pain
depression, pain, heartstrings, hair,
Lies Cut Short
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Lies Cut Short  Nevada City
(Nevada City)   
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   Mila and Delilah Moon
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