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Nov 2014
As i grow older my heart does not get colder or weaker
I make sure i have time to just think
My mind is not filled with ***** dishes like a sink but it's not clean
I mean i make mistakes but i do not fake what i feel
When im beside the girl i like it feels like my heart heals
From the pain and loneliness left from past flames
I dont like playing games or mental gymnastics
So when im with you i do not doubt you i run diagnostics
beeps the graffiti writer
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