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My Heart

by witheredwings

The right way to assess it is to say that it isn't broken. It is not broken but sanded sanded by the sands of time. Sanded in a rough manner By a bad technician with no clue. Cutting in it here and there Leaving traces in time. Some parts have been redone Rehashed, remade and mapped again. Some parts were just left Left as the gaping wounds of time. I guess the right way to explain is to say all the normal things happened. But then there was a bit extra that nobody asked for.
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Jan 6, 2013
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