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pick up your feet

You're a collector that's what you do you're obsessed with anything new I wouldn't touch that if I were you You pin it up ..

You can't cry for me when I'm gone

this house is trapped in time

for my little sisters

she wears a smile and a dress

lose yourself.

so I write instead

I have a hard time leaving you

sordid last thoughts