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Thursday, June 8, 2017

Something real

I want to give you something real right now,
Tommy please, Tommy, if you've​ ever been my friend
My mind is like the end of a record
Black like I'm falling into the abyss
I don't like it
I'm depressed
And every thought of mine is killing me
Why this time?
How do I fight them?-- Depré, and how do I win?
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