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Apr 2015
I'll write until my hands get sore,
I'll write until they bleed
I'll write into the darkest nights
To staunch this insanity
I'll use words to fill those empty holes
The hollowest parts, you'll see
I'll write until my hands are numb
And there's nothing left of me
D
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D  25/Canada
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     --- and Jonny Angel
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