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Nov 2010
The floors ****** up, the doors don't work, and there's flies, flying around my head
I should probly fix the holes in the wall, but i say **** it instead.
Cuase it's all down hill from here. No more saying it's gonna get beter today.
I wish i never got that ******* tattoo on my hand.
I wish i never met you at all.
I'm thinking that you were probly right, and i'm crazy after all.
Words are not working working, and calling you doesn't get anywhere.
The thoughts in your head will never be talked about anyway.
it's no use for me. it's no use for you, all it can do is bring back tears.
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Zach Merrill
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