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Jul 2012
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Everything is breaking; cracking. And you are trying to fix it with duct tape. Just because it's covered doesn't mean it's not there. The walls that fell. . . Well I've been regretting that. I am naked and cold. You think that you're giving up a lot. You can't even see my sacrifices. You stab me with those eyes, love. You burn and freeze. And I'm just a stop on your path of destruction.
Written by
Angela Herzig
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