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May 2015
My heart is empty.
It once thrived but once it's residents no longer needed it,
My heart became deserted.
A few scars and remembrances of a time long gone still remain.
You would not find a single soul though.

My heart was used for what it was worth
And then abandoned.
Ghost Town by Adam Lambert
the boy that cried over you
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the boy that cried over you  Arkham Asylum
(Arkham Asylum)   
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