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Girl & Guy In The Next Room
Yeah you bubble I'm talking to you, I haven't studdered yet and my face ain't blue, I'm saying what I feel be true, and if you don't understand there's time to shoo. I gave you all the freedom one could have, stood clear of you and your staff, while all I saw was you dieing, lieing inside of misery and crying. Help I have offered many a time, dispensing all my energy and grime, stuffed full of your BS I went opaque, gave up and sat down with a shake. A feeling of growing tourette's inside, I'm sleeping permanently going quiet, giving up was my last option for sure, and I'm here now cause you had no cure.
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