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lend me a home, or just a shoulder to lean on is more than enough; those two things i can't do by myself, no matter how badly i try to believe: for the heart is in my chest, i am my own home; for i already have two shoulders, i won't be needing another. but my head is too heavy because of these sour clouds, my neck might accidentally break.
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
The road is long, we carry on
lend me a home, or just a shoulder to lean on is more than enough; those two things i can't do by myself, no matter how badly i try to believe: for the heart is in my chest, i am my own home; for i already have two shoulders, i won't be needing another. but my head is too heavy because of these sour clouds, my neck might accidentally break.
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
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