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You think I deserted you like the rest Maybe I did I had my reasons Things I wonder if anyone else will have the nerve to cast call The remeberance Of rotten things That I can wish maybe forgotten Photographs I ve reclined to the trash Words I refuse to say Voices that make me want to scream Reflecting insults Dissected Mirrored images You've had better, well so have I... |
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