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Here, Here in the basement of my own sorrows and pities, I find no comfort from you. You, You say this is my fault; I havent changed and loved. Notice, Notice that your the reason I'm here, struggling and worthlessly waiting, for your approval.
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
January Blues.
Here, Here in the basement of my own sorrows and pities, I find no comfort from you. You, You say this is my fault; I havent changed and loved. Notice, Notice that your the reason I'm here, struggling and worthlessly waiting, for your approval.
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
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