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Mar 8
I’ve run out of songs
I think
New things to say
Don’t come my way
I am my own shrink
So I say what I say
And I ain’t got any special today
This won’t become a habit
Hopefully
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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