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Feb 2016
On the outside,
I look like every over wall,
Strong and stable,
But really I'm broken,
I let people in,
So that they can confide in me,
Building their walls with my one bricks,
Piece by piece seeing myself fade,
I can't even recognise myself anymore.
Lovelust
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Lovelust
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