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Envy Jealousy All the things they say to me don't Make sense In my mind where I Create sense Make sense Never before have I felt this way. They told me They made me The way I was always supposed to be But I'm not. I always find myself in a knot Their knot.
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
Make Sense
Envy Jealousy All the things they say to me don't Make sense In my mind where I Create sense Make sense Never before have I felt this way. They told me They made me The way I was always supposed to be But I'm not. I always find myself in a knot Their knot.
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
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