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Dec 2016
this empty house
won't wait for me
this hollow heart
won't comfort me
after all of this
what am i without the bruises?
why was i so willing to lose it?
stack the wood in a pile
with my body inside
let me feel warm again
i just want to be warm again
Anthem
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