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Dec 2014
You think you know—
People, places, everything.
But with the slightest of words,
Everything with fall apart.
Dreams will vanish.
The closest will leave.
You will be left with nothing—
but a beating heart.
To fix the broken,
And repair the soul.
But everything is different,
And it will stay different.
And it will never go back.
Jason
Written by
Jason  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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