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May 2014
High off Love
Rich estate
Feeling so high
Suffocate
Foolish cries
It's never too late
Even truths tell lies
There's no escape
Love is pain
As so is fate
Can't stop; the pressure
Still trying to endure
All of this dead weight
Sometimes coming back
Is way too late.
Styles
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     irinia, ---, Elizabeth Squires and Joshua Haines
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