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Mar 2016
I'm the misinterpreted bathroom decor, that you keep bumping into but dont bother to take down. Because I fill the cracks in your walls, even though I'm not a conversation piece. They still talk, and the faucets stay on and I drown and rust. While you pack up and leave. A permanent fixture, still hung up on you.
Madeysin
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