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something stays here, in the broken glass world of my memory my blinking eye looking back because all the sharp edges of the past keep my walking ignoring wounds I move forward only because looking back proves that I never should have been there
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
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something stays here, in the broken glass world of my memory my blinking eye looking back because all the sharp edges of the past keep my walking ignoring wounds I move forward only because looking back proves that I never should have been there
#regret#sadness#past#memory
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curtis-whitecarroll
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
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