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Jan 2019
What is it called when you're so tired you can't feel?
     And what is it like to not exist?
If not for you my love, I would feel the latter.
     But no one can fix the broken.
I'll try to be better for you, but I can't make any promises I might break
Written by
Katey
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   JL Smith and Perry
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