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Friday night I'm all alone. Sitting outside, God, what have I done? What have I become? And where did all these questions come from? I don't know I don't know I don't know Just rest, oh tired bones.
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
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Friday night I'm all alone. Sitting outside, God, what have I done? What have I become? And where did all these questions come from? I don't know I don't know I don't know Just rest, oh tired bones.
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
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