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This pen is falling apart, as my life is, like ashes in the wind, I hope to be turned back into, the Earth again, dirt, worms, and rocks mean more to this world, than my existence. This pen is falling apart, as am I
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 5:23 PM UTC
My sanity is a burning church
This pen is falling apart, as my life is, like ashes in the wind, I hope to be turned back into, the Earth again, dirt, worms, and rocks mean more to this world, than my existence. This pen is falling apart, as am I
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 5:23 PM UTC
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