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Mud.

We start off so excited to grow up, so dedicated to our maturity. If only we knew the hell we would face. The decaying of our heart's flesh, the tearing of our minds, trying to find ourselves in mud, because that's all we see in ourselves. No such thing as flawless, we are all perfectly broken. Looking for ourselves in mud, That is all we will ever see in ourselves.
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jaycee-lynn
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Dec 4, 2011
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