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Jul 2016
Your pain is my pain
Your agony paints me red
When you fall, I fall
Your feelings bleed through my skin
When you are afraid
I feel fear with a turbulence of power
When I imagined you hurt
Shards of glass pierced my arms,
Pierce my mind, my soul, the very
Middle of my being, I feel weighed
Down, into a pit of agony
Fire so grand it touches every thought
Contaminates every other emotion
For when you feel
I feel.

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Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
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