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Jan 2016
Even after all this time,
I carry the hurt to know I am fine.
Bleed me,
It isn't my blood that
Keeps me alive.
It's knowing that somehow you still care,
Even after all this time.
Written by
Charlie  Kanata
   Autumn Whipple
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