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It starts slow,
An uneasy feeling,
Enough to send my mind reeling,
Emanating from within,
Creeping up my spine,
Spreading like branches..
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It's raining and she's crying,And my hearts breaking,For the third time,There's no such thing as a victimless crime,A bag in one hand, a suitcase in t..
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