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I lost myself in ever new city I went to.
I thought I'd find what I was looking for and become less mental. But new shit won't change the old shit that I've been through. Now I'm just in a mess. That's there no cleaning thru. I can't even write no more. I think left that part of me in my old bedroom. I could go anywhere. Travel some place. End up somewhere but I can't go home. Everywhere is nowhere and I feel nothing. But I fucking hate it here. I hate it everywhere. I'd hate it anywhere. Because the problems me.Some times I find myself

Should have listened to your own advice
Now you have to pay the price
Used her as your lifeline twice...

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