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Feb 2012
It
it’s cold
it’s bitter
it’s emotionally detached
it’s jagged
it’s stained
it’s cut into... deep.

it knows just how to turn into you
it wont hesitate to unlock your past
it can show you your future, no matter how bleak.

it can’t forget the past is real
it has no secrets, deception for these would tear this down
it never forgets, these choices were made by me
Brady Johnson
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