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Published: Oct 16, 2013

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Written while listening to Avril Lavigne's newest single, Let Me Go ft. Chad Kroeger. It's beautiful, but sad, which is why the first few lines are a bit... I dunno... dark, I guess. I'm quite pleased with this one, despite it having been written in only five minutes.

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