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Jan 2016
And we are floating out to no where
When I crash
When I land this make-shift toy
For all the world to see

That's when you pick up all the pieces of me
Like a broken puzzle
But you don't have all the pieces
And neither do I

Sit and watch the sea of emotions
hopes are gone with one last commotion


And here we are
Look around
No where to be found...
Day three of a seven day binge.
Paul R Hensley
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Paul R Hensley  19/M
(19/M)   
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