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why won't someone tell me what they know or is it all a show I can't really tell the spasms touches of sarcasm the flakes of fakes like a self conscious woman I follow you blindly i follow but now i wallow as your actions hit me like a heart attack maybe I am just being dramatic It's a panic shaken bones my mind has grown It's just a panic a panic.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
Panic
why won't someone tell me what they know or is it all a show I can't really tell the spasms touches of sarcasm the flakes of fakes like a self conscious woman I follow you blindly i follow but now i wallow as your actions hit me like a heart attack maybe I am just being dramatic It's a panic shaken bones my mind has grown It's just a panic a panic.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
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