December 2009
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It’s the beginning of the end
– to true
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do me a favour, and break my nose do me a favour, and tell me to go away do me a favour, and stop asking questions
she walked away, well her shoes were untied and the eyes were all red, you could see that we’d cried and I watched and I waited, ‘till she was inside forcing a smile and waving goodbye
how to tear apart the ties that bind perhaps fuck off, might be too kind
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