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Shredded boxes Crippled noises Tearing of tissues Crumpling of paper As I lose all sight of happiness... If this is anger I feel I hate it I truly do I'd crumble it up beside you With my number kinda looks like the moon All the words that were written .. torn to shreds Lost in the abyss Finally it's done forever With the recycling She's all done But they will become something new
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC
Tear me to pieces
Shredded boxes Crippled noises Tearing of tissues Crumpling of paper As I lose all sight of happiness... If this is anger I feel I hate it I truly do I'd crumble it up beside you With my number kinda looks like the moon All the words that were written .. torn to shreds Lost in the abyss Finally it's done forever With the recycling She's all done But they will become something new
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27/M/Vancouver
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC
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