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Aug 2014
Everyday I walk around.
With this pain in my heart.
And if you ask me why I'm hurting. Well I wouldn't know where to start.
You see you did something to me that changed me through and through.

And if you asked me why I am who I am today the answer would be you.
So you see it's hard to drive to the places we use to go.
Because inside you're always there.
And no one really knows.
Adam Johnson
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