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May 2015
There is something inside my head, ripping my brain to pieces, scratching at my skull,
My throat is the Sahara desert,
My eyes are Niagara Falls,
My stomach is a sanctuary for butterflies,
My heart is buried alive,
My body is the canvas for a knife and lighter,
My life is forgettable.
The Lonely Remnants
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The Lonely Remnants  24/F/California
(24/F/California)   
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