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Mar 2017
I bite my tongue till it bleeds
these problems aren't wooden reeds,
they won't wear down till they're thrown away.

We just go our own ways
and the family falls apart,
with no button to restart.

And nobody tries,
but everybody cries.
As we all fall apart,
we don't know when it ends.

But how did it even start?
They say i'm not alone,
or made of stone.

But look close and see
the pain I hold behind crystal eyes,
as we cut all the ties.

My heart is darkly painted,
and my smile forever tainted.
the story of a girl watching things fall apart before her eyes.
Winter Ice Storm
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Winter Ice Storm  19/F/anywhere but the USA.
(19/F/anywhere but the USA.)   
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