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fLoWeRs and Sara thinks she's died here once before she's crazy a pop-up book of flowers from grade 4 are driving her insane no-one knows why she's sad tonight outside no-one can help her find crying, she couldn't afford the view crying, these automatic flowers won't do another brick another window frames the confusion her garden blooms but Sara can't see straight she's drinking herself blind no-one knows why she never admited, she never consider that she always need better she wasted all the time crying, she couldn't afford
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