Heartaches and Pains
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Última atualização sex, mai 8, 2020
Don't look at me for I'm still broken
don't speak to me cause I'm not fixed
I still have untold stories
which I've buried in a ditch
But I'm letting them out to breathe now
I'm letting them see the light
pain continues on for most like myself
so let's talk a little more about it
The Pain Of Being Me part 2
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