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you are the product of your environment you are the summation of goods and pieces that they decided to put together you are the left behind ruins and scrap metal that they found and fixed into one, and hoped for the best you are anger and screaming matches and 2 am nights when the house became one person too short you are the tears of left behind scars that you saved up in jars because maybe if you saved up enough, you could wash away all the bad memories wash away the remains of what you are maybe then you wouldn't just be made up of regrets and sorry nights maybe then you'd be okay with what you've become
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
these brittle bones are made up of the dust you found in your basement
you are the product of your environment you are the summation of goods and pieces that they decided to put together you are the left behind ruins and scrap metal that they found and fixed into one, and hoped for the best you are anger and screaming matches and 2 am nights when the house became one person too short you are the tears of left behind scars that you saved up in jars because maybe if you saved up enough, you could wash away all the bad memories wash away the remains of what you are maybe then you wouldn't just be made up of regrets and sorry nights maybe then you'd be okay with what you've become
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
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