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Apr 2014
Header: I've thought about other drugs
Like maybe speed.
That way I could run far away
So you aren't the one that has to find me
Gun in hand
Blood on the floor
All from this blackened world which painted her so poor
Damaged
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Damaged
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   ---, Mehar Bawa and Jessica Head
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