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Feb 2015
Gouge into my ribcage with your brutal hand,
And mual my beating, bleeding, mutalized heart while you still can,
You might as well,
It swell for you,
Now it's a nothingness that just grew and grew.
The Lonely Remnants
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The Lonely Remnants  24/F/California
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