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Jan 2015
It was a waste of time,
so I stopped doing it.
Now I can't do it at all,
no matter how much
I feel like I should.
I stopped,
and now I can't.
Plain and simple
as pain itself.
I told myself not to cry.
Now it feels like
it's impossible to ever do it again.
Sometimes I try to force them out,
but my tears have run dry.
The Insane Savannah
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The Insane Savannah  In the depths of my soul.
(In the depths of my soul.)   
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   ---, ryn, Amber Bowen and Byron Galang
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