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May 2013
everything is empty
my hands, now searching for something to hold
my sight, where your grace is nowhere to be found
the passenger seat, where you'd sing under your breath
because you didn't think I could hear you
I still don't seem to understand how my head is an overflowing mess
yet a hollow heart remains
because you took it
with you
Madison Elizabeth
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Madison Elizabeth  27/Maine
(27/Maine)   
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