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May 2014
I feel your seething hate
Take your loathing out on me
Please do not resuscitate
Once I'm gone you'll all see.

Bring my fears to life
Painful words pierce my soul
Once its ended I'll feel no strife
These pills will fill the hole.
Ill start anew, Ill clean my slate
Please do not resuscitate.
Seasonelle
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Seasonelle
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   Rachel Cloud and Victoria
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