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scars rubbed against my sweater,
there's an 'elephant' in the room but I don't care to address her.
She chases me around, trying to find her love letters,
Little did she know they lay upon her dresser.
Family and problems seem to stress her,
she wants to kill me but something won't let her.
she is her own criminal, no one shall arrest her.

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