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Jun 2017
They say what a pretty mess
It's almost as if she's lost her head
Two weeks ago there's was less
Left of all the brokenness
Now here she sits
With her two hands in fists
Holdin on to something
Something so distant

The innocence is gone
Somewhere everything went wrong
Floating away in song
She dreams of a place where she belongs
Jules
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