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Mar 2015
Let's take a little trip.
A trip to the most ****** up corner of my mind.
Trees of jealousy and hate tower over
floors of lies covering up a
core of hunger and brokenness.
Where did it all start?
The beginning is blurred.
Was it me?
Or
Was it her?
HS Edwards
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HS Edwards
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