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he coughs           the walls shake           the stress in one           second is enough           to ****           but we feel it all of every day. when i was younger and less empty he told me about the autumn leaves changing and that there is beauty in death because it is life but i can't apply  that to anything but ******* leaves. not now at least, as the hole in his chest can only be filled with a clock that talks away whatever is left. i am sorry i haven't been stronger than your pain.
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
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he coughs           the walls shake           the stress in one           second is enough           to ****           but we feel it all of every day. when i was younger and less empty he told me about the autumn leaves changing and that there is beauty in death because it is life but i can't apply  that to anything but ******* leaves. not now at least, as the hole in his chest can only be filled with a clock that talks away whatever is left. i am sorry i haven't been stronger than your pain.
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
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