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Nov 2015
Five hundred
Fifty three thousand
Five hundred 
Nineteen
I will
Five hundred
Fifty three thousand
Five hundred
Eighteen
I wi-
What is that?
Earthquake? 
How? Everything
Was so perfect
And now the pieces are
Scattered, broken
Again
Wait, the pieces!
No!
No....
Ok well...
Putting the first few
Hundred thousand 
Together was actually
Kind of fun
But now they run
But now they...run?

the pieces spontaneously grow legs and run away

No! I can help you
Don't go
This was my life now
And i was happy
Happier than i've ever been
Fine. 
I guess i'll have to
Find, catch, and 
Put you back together
And i will
I promise
I will
I see trails and clues
Follow them to
The scattered pieces
One running away
Gotcha
Nine hundred 
Ninety nine thousand
Nine hundred 
Ninety nine
I will
Elexer
Written by
Elexer  TN
(TN)   
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