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Untitled And Unfinished

InfctedSrvivor6

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InfctedSrvivor6

This is an Unfinished song I'm working on about my emotions and some of my close friends who are mistreated and abused. It's to show them that they are not alone And that people actually care for them. It's for anyone who thinks they are alone. Let this help you overcome the power of depression. Hope you enjoy!All Rights Reserved

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