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Jun 2014
Maybe you're afraid you're dying
Maybe we're all lying
Sometimes I think I'm well but then I return to my same ******* hell
I created this hell in my bones
I can only escape for short moments in time
Now all I can think about is my death
And your name exiting my mouth with my last breath
Josephine
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Josephine  Bridge City
(Bridge City)   
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