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This town dont feel mine
Im tired. Maybe its different somewhere else. Maybe
not. Maybe running away does solve problems. Maybe not.
Im just sick of this shithole. I need more than waking
and dieing all over. Will you come? Guide me through the
broken glass. Ill glance at the world and watch it all
past. Its all memories that are whats drowning me. And I
need one to shine and break through the dust. Bury this
illness twice tommorow hope will bring me no sorrow.
Because its all i have.