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Nov 2014
Therapy.
You've made me a walking travesty.
Always trying to trawl me treacherous.
My mind treadling to trench my trifling thoughts.
Only trickling off from the tip of my tongue,
As you're trolling my troublous trigger,
You're no friend to me.
You're only therapy.
Jellyfish
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Jellyfish  26/F/Under The Sea
(26/F/Under The Sea)   
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