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Sep 2014
He doesn't care
He's fighting for you
All I ask is for some stability
Not asking you to ignore the number 15
I'm tired of searching
It's been too many times
Too many lips
Too many sad rhymes
And I'm tired of fighting
And not being fought for
I want to give up
I wanna knock on heavens door
I entered this hell I call home too young
I'm addicted to touch
I'm on and off numb
I miss my first lover
I'm ******* dumb
"His bed was my mix shift shelter, I'm not safe anymore"
Josephine
Written by
Josephine  Bridge City
(Bridge City)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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