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"Falling To Pieces"

The truth hurts, this we know. Sometimes we choose, not to let it show. The armor is tough. It has grown this way. And some hope, it chooses to stay. We think we can handle it, then breaking from the knowledge. Bit by bit.

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nicole-williamson

American

Published: Apr 23, 2012
LinesWords: 1344

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