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Jun 2014
All these hot tea I drink
Couldn't cure your cold heart
All these indies I hear
Couldn't fix my broken pieces
The nap I take
And I'm still tired
How sick I am
You're still my weakness
Thoughts still questioning
Why can't we just were meant to be?
laura
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laura  Jakarta
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