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Oct 2015
When the Sun comes to collect the Stars,
Do you think you could bring back
My broken
Heart
The soul
You stole.

I need them to live my life
I need them to feel
To be good
To understand

I need them to be human again
Not this monster
I can't be this monster anymore
I'm living and learning.Β Β Nothing is free and you new to give things back when it's time.
K603
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K603  USA
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