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May 2015
H  e  l  p**
I can't breathe
Short intakes of hot air
Begging, pleading for someone to save me,
But only he is there
why am i protecting someone with my silence, when they took my heart and crushed it into a billion pieces?
Alexis Rose
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Alexis Rose  Some preposition; bed
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