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Jan 2015
Taken broken sewn back together,
Ripped and torn and burned out forever,
My heart is mulched by your sharp tongue,
My eyes bleed from your distance,
I humbly stoop to pick up the pieces of my old shattered heart,
I hold them close so that they don't come apart,
I try to piece together this hole in my chest,
Yet all i'm really doing is waiting, for death...
BeAutiFul ConFuSion
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     Creep, --- and Brittle Bird
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