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Oct 2014
you drive me to hurting myself,
I become insane when your no longer there.
The insanity, creeps up on the walls of my house,
bedroom,
like a nightmare it fills up my bed,
foils itself around me,
mind,
filled with thoughts that you might be with someone else.
Queen
Written by
Queen  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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     ---, NuurSeraph, Joe Adomavicia and Ata
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