It's 545 in reality but in your dream you feel a mix of 12 and 21
You tip toe to hear screams and run as soon as you hear them
Up the back porch running RUNNING up your back porch
You see him beating on her
You're afraid he's ****** her but nothing is clear
You can't keep this in al
YOU NEED HELP
they're both dead. She's dead inside and he's dead to you
Get up its 642. You have to go to work.
Put that smile on and fake that you're okay
But you're strong cause you're still here
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
It's 545 in reality but in your dream you feel a mix of 12 and 21
You tip toe to hear screams and run as soon as you hear them
Up the back porch running RUNNING up your back porch
You see him beating on her
You're afraid he's ****** her but nothing is clear
You can't keep this in al
YOU NEED HELP
they're both dead. She's dead inside and he's dead to you
Get up its 642. You have to go to work.
Put that smile on and fake that you're okay
But you're strong cause you're still here
Sent from my iPhone
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