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Please don't Broken bits don't get to go home, Shatterd skulls no longer yaw Skin cut and flayed does not fall. Mearly drips, The essence of my life flows. I am in less control of this. Then a river controls its bends

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Actualityandfalseness

Published: Jun 8, 2015
Time: 1m

Tags: #return #forgiveme #writting #sosorry

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