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Apr 2014
Music playing at its loudest through broken speakers, my heart ponds to messy mess messing up my room, spinning words in my back continue to press in deep deeper denying peace from entering myself my body hurts its an unfamiliar routine, tired tear tearing cells that require re wireing of feeling blue,red hot results of the pain I know
My speakers ain't loud enough
Maybe if you were different

Maybe if you woreshiped me at a time

Maybe if you made me belive you loved me at a point

Maybe if you actually asked
I might forgive you
Or maybe you just never cared
Maybe just maybe you never sat down to think about me and you and what was suppose to be
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marcia noria sono  witbank, south africa
(witbank, south africa)   
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