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Jun 2010
And then i died
Not in the cliché sense of death
In old age, ******, disease or idiocy
But in a way that i won't understand
My heart just broke
And i could feel the pieces stabbing my insides
Their sharp, ragged edges scrapping against my bones
If i were to cry, nothing would change
And if he were to come back
I'd die
But out of disgust
Harumi Ikeda
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Harumi Ikeda
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