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Aug 2014
The sad thing is once you go to bed
The only left to talk to are the voices in my head
They try to tell me what to feel
They try to tell me what to do
They to convince me of an evil named you
But they don't need to convince me
I've witnessed first hand
That black magic that you do
Those evil spells that made me fall for you
jai
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