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Mar 2015
Don't try to fix me I'm broken beyond compare, aren't I? Can u hear me crying at night when no one's there?
Maybe I will shall rise above the ash.
This broken heart, that fell down that dark hole shall stay there, do we need a heart to live?
Are we all lost but don't know it?
Don't know that there heart is slowly fading?
Reverie  Dawson
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Reverie Dawson
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