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Sep 2014
It's not my heart that hurts.
It's my soul.
My lonely, empty, broken soul.
My mind will survive.
But, my soul will always be damaged.
It doesn't matter how much.
It's enough to make me feel
powerless.
Written by
Dorotea
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   Urmila and Tyler Durden
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