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Jul 2015
He crept through the dark, 
Face covered with black cloth. 
        And he held a weapon:
A weapon so sharp, it could cut through anything 
        Anything that even my walls 
Were cut in half.

And he stole everything,
including my time
And especially

**my heart
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