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Nov 2014
my lips are chapped;
when i smile, there's pain
but it doesn't really stop me
it only makes me smile harder

my friends went out without me again;
maybe i'm just not that fun anymore
i wouldn't want to hang out with a sleep deprived maniac either

my head hurts;
there's a sharp thumping at the center of my forehead
if i close my eyes and think hard enough
i can imagine that it's just my brain knocking at my door
trying to wake me up
knocking, knocking, knocking
layla
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   Harley Hucof
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