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Mar 2015
I already gave up on you
I can't betrey myself enough to look at your face
You didn't want me
But I gave you my all
In hopes of acceptance not rejection
You made everything real and alive
Now the world seems bland and dead
Just like the love I've finally
Washed off my skin
DustBall
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DustBall  A small town
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