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Sep 2014
Oh, you don't like who I am?
Excuse me for a minute
While I go make myself
A little more socially acceptable
Like another face in the crowd,
A symbol of what is and what isn't allowed
Now I'll be just like you
And you'll be just like me too
Perfection.
Asunder
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Asunder
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   CΓ­ara McNamara and ryn
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