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Jan 2015
Love doesn't exist with people like you
You destroy your life
You create to break it down
Burning what feels right
Why? Why? Why?
What's wrong with you
You feel like this because... Of what?
Are you broken?
It's harsh to think that this
Is me.
DustBall
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DustBall  A small town
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