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If patience is a virtue, I have things I want to undo, 8 pm was the curfew, Where could I run to? I ran to Canada, False promises, my only damager, They try to assassinate my character, The struggle is never ending, And I ain't done defending, The thin strings once severed, There is no mending*
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
Damager
If patience is a virtue, I have things I want to undo, 8 pm was the curfew, Where could I run to? I ran to Canada, False promises, my only damager, They try to assassinate my character, The struggle is never ending, And I ain't done defending, The thin strings once severed, There is no mending*
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
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