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Nov 2014
I need to stop thinking
You can save me
I am so mad at myself
For thinking you could
For so **** long
I realize life isn't about being saved
Or saving another
Just love and maybe be loved in return
Because all I really need
Is someone to kiss my knuckles
After I create a hole in the wall
Sydney
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Sydney  New York
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