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Nov 2018
These things were never meant for me
And I ache from clawing at the ground
As time pulls me away from those moments
Anything to stay
Anything to numb
Anything to encourage ignorance

Anything to to avoid being alone
Flaws
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       Jon York, Fawn and Wide eyed
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