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Jul 2015
if you search through the rubble,
you'll still find fragments of me
tainted by thoughts of you.
and you'll find me clutching at
      all of those could-have-been's,
      and its ironic when the things
      you live for, feel like its killing you;
      tearing you apart at the seams.

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