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Jan 2015
Screaming into pillows
Forcing my fist through walls
Killing myself with every dumb tear
Self doubt and loathing stitched into my bones
Trying to think of something else than the moments we shared
And how your name sounded on my tongue
DustBall
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DustBall  A small town
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   Ariel Baptista and AJ
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