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Apr 2014
Too bad you don't talk,
Too bad you don't care,
That you can't give a ****,
Ha if only you'd open your eyes and see,
See the truth,
You sit there high and mighty shouting at me,
Like a giant ******* thunderstorm,
And for what so you can clear your air,
Open your eyes and see the truth,
See me for what I am and not what your told,

I'm here for you,
Always for you,
Through the thunderstorms,
Through everything,
Open your eyes.

Before it's to late,
Before I'm gone.
I wish you would see, stop listening to all of them and live your life. Please.
pookie
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pookie  In my mind
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