Don't dream It, Be it. A random book
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Well here we are again, back for round two.
And this time I don't have my memes in a twist!
I've done a lot
God knows I've tried
To find the truth
I've even lied
But all I know
Is down inside I'm
Bleeding
This is the second book! Hey we did it. Happy 2017!
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