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Oct 2016
i bury myself
in memories;
it's the only way
i know how to breathe
without getting stuck

my tongue trips
up, when i do
my damnedest
to express my emotions

but i don't come close
to the perfect reasons,
hell,--

i wouldn't
know how to
stop
to begin
with
Alexander Coy
Written by
Alexander Coy  Austin
(Austin)   
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