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Apr 2014
You watch me go out that diner window
As I jump on a bus to go fullfil my goals
You know it's better this way, but your sadness shows
There's no more hopeful hope fors
Or closed doors, this is one big force
A hit to your body, the pain pours out your pores

This seems to be one of those things that couldn't happen in your wildest dreams
Yet you have a tendency to mislead
It makes it hard to breathe

Makes me wanna swing my fists
It's not a lack of intelligence
But I can tell you dont get my gist
Don't worry I'll make this severance swift

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   --- and Carrie Crusoe
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