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 Jan 2015
Chloé
place me in that chest
the old one downstairs
take out my hairs
one by one
stroke my nose
send those letters
to the young girl
who we used to love
don't ask any questions
I have been touched
and we can't take that back
I am *****
and I cannot feel you
he made me scream
I can't scream anymore
lock me away
close my eyes
find yourself a friend
I am not she
you must leave now
we will never
be strong enough
to save this soul

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