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Jan 2018
Amongst these seething animosities,
There's one amongst these, my favorite anomalie.
I pine for just the thoughts of what I means to breath
But sadly, I have to live in this reality.

Don't stumble when you flee the dark.
Don't wipe your hands as you rip my heart.
Don't cry with my head in your hands.
The tears are more than I can stand
Written by
Robbie Lamb
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