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Less than a week ago
I was fine
    I was clean for mounths
And it's that stupid time of the year
Where every one should be happier
And yet
Here we are
             I don't know
Maybe where just tired of hiding it
   Maybe it's becuse we know NO one cares
But the sun is out
And so our are demons
And there are rainbows out side
And so many colors on us
Red on our arms and legs
Blue in our soul
     You know how it gose
Every one matters
   Until we don't

   

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