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Apr 2012
How could you do this to me?
It's not You or I, but We
That make Us, that make up
Who we are not
Supposed to be

The way You hold on to me
With a blank face
You make me feel so empty
When will I finally see?
Your eyes alive within me

The knots You tied around me
The greater the gap
And I can feel them tightening
You make it hard to breathe
Short of breath and I'm always gasping

Rewind, repeat, and depart from me
These are my limbs You're severing
I'm barely functioning
There is still phantom feeling
Please bring them back to me

How could You do this to me?
You make me feel so empty
You make it hard to breathe
I'm barely functioning

It's not You or I but We
That make Us, that make up
Who We are not
Supposed to be
Rose Alley
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Rose Alley  28/F/Englewood, CO
(28/F/Englewood, CO)   
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   Jemimah
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