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Nov 2015
"You'll never know how much of yourself you drop
When you bend over to put up the limbs of someone else's.
You leave parts of yourself you can never pick up again
And you carry more than just a ****** arm or leg
You'd carry something else with you forever.
Always in your mind or soul.
Something you can never wash away."
Dev
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Dev  M/Home, finally.
(M/Home, finally.)   
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