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my past reeks of insecurities & damage broken people & constant echoes my better half was in fact the missing pieces I found within myself content   something about his hands made me believe he could hold my whole life he did he didn't drop instead squeezed held it to his mouth & screamed broken into tiny pieces thrown to the ground I searched end of every straw inside of any pill sheets of strange beds he may still be holding and I slowly drowning find me at your local cemetery
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Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 2:11 PM UTC
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my past reeks of insecurities & damage broken people & constant echoes my better half was in fact the missing pieces I found within myself content   something about his hands made me believe he could hold my whole life he did he didn't drop instead squeezed held it to his mouth & screamed broken into tiny pieces thrown to the ground I searched end of every straw inside of any pill sheets of strange beds he may still be holding and I slowly drowning find me at your local cemetery
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Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 2:11 PM UTC
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