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Fingers crossed turned to fingers being pointed. Pointed, like a piping hot barrel of a shotgun, with another bullet itching to inch closer The world had turned. My world has turned. Thrown aside for being bruised and damaged The apple of my eye is now rotting away
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
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Fingers crossed turned to fingers being pointed. Pointed, like a piping hot barrel of a shotgun, with another bullet itching to inch closer The world had turned. My world has turned. Thrown aside for being bruised and damaged The apple of my eye is now rotting away
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
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