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He doesn't care He's fighting for you All I ask is for some stability Not asking you to ignore the number 15 I'm tired of searching It's been too many times Too many lips Too many sad rhymes And I'm tired of fighting And not being fought for I want to give up I wanna knock on heavens door I entered this hell I call home too young I'm addicted to touch I'm on and off numb I miss my first lover I'm ******* dumb
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
In between graves
He doesn't care He's fighting for you All I ask is for some stability Not asking you to ignore the number 15 I'm tired of searching It's been too many times Too many lips Too many sad rhymes And I'm tired of fighting And not being fought for I want to give up I wanna knock on heavens door I entered this hell I call home too young I'm addicted to touch I'm on and off numb I miss my first lover I'm ******* dumb
"His bed was my mix shift shelter, I'm not safe anymore"
Ex-psycho
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
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