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Cause things got so much harder on the west coast. When i moved here i realised i needed you most. One week i had a lover, the next, a ghost.
Sitting in the chamber of rest. I return to see you, again and again. Our bond stronger than a chamber-pot of tea, growing ever bitter at our parting. This pain inside of me shooting out,
After saving a quarter for the runs,
I found her in the bathroom,with silent tears, facing the wall.We hadn't been back a week, but it didn't matter.Dried eyes walked out:Teasing again."Leave her alone!"Glaring, they went to class.
There I sit, 30 minutes left, nothing to do, but I feel a certain flush. Oh how it snuck up on me like a theft, let me go, I'm in a rush!   Run to the door, but stopped in my track
Four walls with one door:   a mirror and sink;   water washing my hands   and I go free.
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