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This former concept to which I clutch so tightly Might shatter beneath my hold This past self that I cling to Makes my knuckles bleed But I revel in the pain
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
3 a.m. (unfinished)
This former concept to which I clutch so tightly Might shatter beneath my hold This past self that I cling to Makes my knuckles bleed But I revel in the pain
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
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