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I feel like over chewed gum, Dried and loss of flavor I've become, I'm a broke rubber band, A piece of string with no purpose, And I'm hanging on by this tiny piece of thread, clinging onto the mouth of my bed, A loose tooth, Wanting to be set free, Yet holding on with it's hole entirety. I'm a broken frame, a car low on fuel, and I'm breaking into two different lifeforms, I am halves
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
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I feel like over chewed gum, Dried and loss of flavor I've become, I'm a broke rubber band, A piece of string with no purpose, And I'm hanging on by this tiny piece of thread, clinging onto the mouth of my bed, A loose tooth, Wanting to be set free, Yet holding on with it's hole entirety. I'm a broken frame, a car low on fuel, and I'm breaking into two different lifeforms, I am halves
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
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