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Jul 2015
I'm unraveling so quickly
as you're pulling my strings

there is so little of me left
that I'm hardly even here

I don't even leave footprints
nothing I do matters

even the wind skips over me
and blows the other direction

tired and lost

ready to crumble
and become the dust
that remains forever forgotten
Arlo Disarray
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Arlo Disarray  In your imagination
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