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Feb 2014
I guess when I talk
I say too much
I guess when I'm quiet
I don't say enough
Won't you take off your coat
Stay a while
Won't you take of your frown
Replace it with a smile

I guess when I write a word
It has to be sad
I guess when you write a sad word
I feel so bad
I don't want anyone to be
As unhappy as me
I don't want anyone to have to
Deal with pain like me

Your lips are black and blue
They look like the sky
But I know the truth
I see the pain in your eyes

You're beat till you're numb
You're hurt till you're broken
Nothing makes sense
Why is the world so cruel
I don't want you to see the world through my lense
I guess I'm just as hurt as you
Depression, abuse, pain, hurt, black and blue, anxiety,
Lies Cut Short
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Lies Cut Short  Nevada City
(Nevada City)   
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   Mila, Delilah Moon and Mary
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