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Solar
You talking about me or trying to talk to me sometimes I admit I don't care. Pressure in my ear like I'm up in the air. Eardrums are ringing like someone is calling but I let it go to voicemail. Hello are you there? Pretend I don't hear and I yawn. Sometimes I pretend that I'm dumb. Just to stay numb cause the spirit inside me is a fire but there is already a sun.
Incommunicado
Don't call, don't write - on vacation for a year or ten. I llike it! It rocks! - slc
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