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just a little something i wrote last night.
it just wont work the skin wont break the old wounds can re-live but a new one just wont be created
i wrote those 4 lines last night. i know its shit. but, i just wrote pages and pages, pouring my heart out. just, that is true in many ways.. has different ways to look at it. anyway. yeh. tell me what you think.
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