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Find me here, behind my words. |
It's easier to think
of nothing...
The thing about you
is that your life...
When it all hits
and my legs shake...
What if everyone
is lying...
perhaps with time
we'd disappear...
If there was a good time to die
It would be in February...
Slowly,
I think...
Some days the monotony
is comfortable...
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My need for you- |
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Smooth out this corner here, |
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Real friends, TRUE friends, don't stab you at all. They keep you from being stabbed. |