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Feb 2018
Ive been reconstructed so many times
I dont even know who I am anymore.
My body is dead
My heart is dead
My broken insides are all thats left.
So how do I deal with that?
You ripped apart all the good parts of me,
Poked holes into what was sacred.
Changed everything I believed in.
BlueBird
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BlueBird  35/Alberta.
(35/Alberta.)   
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   mickey finn
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