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Jan 2015
You whispered not to breathe each time we passed a cemetery.
But, now you're gone &
I'm coming to terms with
each
step
being
a
graveyard.
*pause* inhale *pause* how am i supposed to let go?
mvssbecvming
Written by
mvssbecvming  suspiciouscity, in
(suspiciouscity, in)   
897
   ---, --- and Catrina Sparrow
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