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Dec 2011
(I don't live) in your life nowadays
I dwell in the burial of your former,
the one that came alive upon meeting me,
the one that died soon after.

Someone please dig me out,
a breath that you may lend,
take a shovel and unveil my heart,
so (I can live) again.
Written by
Liliya Antonia
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