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Jul 2013
You speak of your soul
As if it’s some piece of imagination
As if you never possessed the very thing that weighs you down at this moment
You lack the self depth, the self respect, to bring yourself to a higher place
And you blame it all on me.
Erica
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Erica  A shit hole.
(A shit hole.)   
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