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Inner child
Oh my friend, my familiar friend I've picked up this pen to write Too many thoughts of you Too many anger-filled words Too many sorrow...
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A Strippers Tale My heart has been a house for men to come and go As they dine and laugh, with easy going smiles staying the nigh'...
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I am strong my god But lord am i tired
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I Remember You were quiet during the car ride back home. You didn't even say a word as you were curled up on your seat, just sittin...
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