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Feb 2017
The echos you brought
       They keep me from dying
The echos you brought
      They keep me breathing


That small, tiny thing
That has come for me
     It's keeping me on my feet
     It's the one thing I hold close to my heart
Because everything I let in,
      It slowly kills my heart
      Till it lays in pieces unable to mend itself.
allie
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allie  20/F/London
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