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Oct 2013
When fabricated nonsense weaves it's tender web
That's when I feel the most at home
When the nights decide to go
I'll be fading with the stars

I would rather be so barren
Fill me full of such a large breeze
Empty me of all the hollow emotions
And hopefully, I'll get enough air to finally breathe
Amara Pendergraft 2013

I've been thinking a lot,
Not a good thing.

I'm sorry.
August
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