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May 2014
I was done.
*******, I was done.
But you came in
And tore me a new one.

You didn't yell or shout
That just isn't your style
You just made me happy
You made me ******* smile.

I love it, god, I hate it
I'm bound again once I get free
I love it, god, I hate it
This is what you do to me.

I'm going to smile my ******* heart out
I'm not on the moon, I'm on Mars
Yesterday is forgotten, I swear
I'm smiles and ******* stars.
So this me bleeding onto paper while smiling. One of my friends made me think twice about taking a hiatus unintentionally. So thanks, I guess.
Q
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Q  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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