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Aug 2014
my home
my golden heart is stolen
give me hope
the voices growing

take the pain
and **** me softly
talk to me as if i am nothing
because that's what i love about you father

leave me to die alone in a home where i am prisoner

did it hurt when i fell from heaven?
you and i both know
people like me
work our way from hell
Riot
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Riot  Pennsylvania
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