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If I keep wanting it back I'll never move forward. But once I've gone numb its the monster I become. You can call me a ****** You can consider me the epitome. I have my head in the clouds. But it's you looking down on me.
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
Looking Down
If I keep wanting it back I'll never move forward. But once I've gone numb its the monster I become. You can call me a ****** You can consider me the epitome. I have my head in the clouds. But it's you looking down on me.
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
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