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May 2014
A clear head
Does not exist on these shoulders
An untroubled heart
Does not dwell in this chest

Out here with everyone
You know you're never really gone
There's nothing you can outrun

A young soul
Does not belong here
A old soul
Does not have much left here

Goodbye.
Something Simple
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