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Feb 2016
8 months
is way too short.
Cant remember the                 last                     time you fought.

You gave up, so did we.
Its spreading like a  W   I   L   D   F   I   R   E,
that's all we see.

Its not only taking you away, its dragging me along.
a part of me
C  H  A  N  G  E  D.
Helplessly, I'm
G  O  N  E.


C          A          N          C          E  ­        R
is ****,
I must admit.


It may take away      O     N     E      life.
But      EVERYONE ELSE      died a little inside.
Blanket
Written by
Blanket  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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