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I am tired I am done I am broke No matter how many times I say this Or how many times I plea I will hear the echo of my own voice When there's no one soothing my pain Then why do I choose to live in their way
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
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I am tired I am done I am broke No matter how many times I say this Or how many times I plea I will hear the echo of my own voice When there's no one soothing my pain Then why do I choose to live in their way
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
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