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Sep 3
Trouble
Troubled soul,oh troubled soul why don't you rest.
Come hand it to me.
Put me to the test.
My word will not return void.
And this is what I said.
Cast it on me.
And lighter it will get.
Written by
Laura
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     Leila adel, nivek, Soulless and So
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