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Mar 2015
broken pieces & promises.
visible weaknesses & vulnerability.
bruises & feelings of uselessness.
last night I ran into the old me.

she told me to run; she told me to fly
out of this hole that's become my life,
but I shook my head
and all that I said was "he needs me."

how silly can she be?

3.28.15
Hannah Marze
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Hannah Marze  Texas
(Texas)   
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