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oh
i-feel-like-shit
‘dang’
feels like i am a small balloon
with two strings tied on
flying up drunkenly
i want to see a familiar face
and look down to earth
only to see a wide field
filled with tall tall grass
and three or four quiet robins
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michael doherty
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me and every other teenager in north america
i-need-a-cigarette
spring cleaning
me and my brother
am i filled with hate
untitled
me and the sunset
i-feel-like-shit
cold cold autumn
looking back on it now, i don't think i am actually filled with hate
me and miss lonelyhearts