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Oct 2016
Ive found  the edge of the facade,
I peeled  back all the layers.
Only  to find a rotten core,
I found myself  beeing played.
But why do i want  much more,
My skin crawls  when i try to sleep
The screams start when  i close my eyes.

How many  more  times  will you tell yourself  that all i am is lies?

And as crows raise my heart from the gutter
And i find myself feeling pride.
My garden  whimpers and wilts for no good reason.
Till i realized  you might be why it died
Im not picking  bones.  Dont take this as a stab.  Im grieving too believe  it or not
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Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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