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The clock strikes twelve     I place your book on my shelves Ready to read it another time    To see if I am ready to see you shine The clock chimes one        Its getting late But I can't stop thinking about the bait        The bait that led you to me I'm a big mistake ******        Why are you so stubborn to see? Its time to bury my thoughts with your body   Its time to see you shine           When you were alive, you were a nobody         Now that you've past,                No one still cares                         But I do.
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
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The clock strikes twelve     I place your book on my shelves Ready to read it another time    To see if I am ready to see you shine The clock chimes one        Its getting late But I can't stop thinking about the bait        The bait that led you to me I'm a big mistake ******        Why are you so stubborn to see? Its time to bury my thoughts with your body   Its time to see you shine           When you were alive, you were a nobody         Now that you've past,                No one still cares                         But I do.
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15/F/Florida
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
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