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May 2015
you came to me broken
without purpose or a hand to hold

you left me after losing that emptiness ;
fufilled from taking everything out of me and using it to fill your own brokenness.
now I'm left with nothing but a ghost of you and pain that overwhelms me
Written by
edm  California
(California)   
453
   --- and stΓ©phane noir
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