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Jun 2013
It's fine, really.
I'm just bleeding.
Inside my heart is beating.
At an unsteady flowing.
While I keep my secret.
And you can keep your disruption.
While my mind falls though the fissures.
As you cut my soul with scissors.
Unable to become anyone.
I am done.
Written by
Yve  California
(California)   
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