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Mar 2015
I hitched a ride on the tail end
of every bad habit that followed you around
as you walked with rocks in your shoes,
shuffling through,
making holes in your soles
to match the holes in your soul.
You typed your suicide note in italics
to get your point across,
but I couldn't let you go.
Written by
kas  24/F/Nebraska
         Luca C, ---, C P X, ryn and South by Southwest
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