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i want to breathe this curent air
before its polluted with your words. -
your eyes= unfamiliar
yet their brightness well-known -
everytime i fall asleep, the clock strikes nine once more
i hate to be like cinderella with cold feet on the floor -
i would hate to say something
that i cant later take back - i miss you too much
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he can go on about his day/but shes the one left torn
he lives this life so boring, so fake/her mind has to fight off a storm -
ironic by mofomonkeewhen u get something u want
its of no more use
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