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Jul 2016
You’ve got your fingers
Firmly wrapped around my heart.
Your nails tore their way
Into my chest,
And just waited for us to fall apart.

I think it’s about time
You took your hands out of my chest.
I think it’s about time
You stop haunting me,
I just need some rest.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
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