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My heart is perpetually broken And the wounds cannot he sutured The pieces are strings of gossamer, and I a flimsy sheet I smile at the world but I wonder, why this task befell unto me To write till I die I will follow, the path that was set for me
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
My Heart is Perpetually Broken
My heart is perpetually broken And the wounds cannot he sutured The pieces are strings of gossamer, and I a flimsy sheet I smile at the world but I wonder, why this task befell unto me To write till I die I will follow, the path that was set for me
sara-assumani
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
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