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Dec 10
Everyday is like the last
Every week a blurry mess
How I wish to make it stop
Just to hurt a little less

But how could I do that
When the reason for all this pain
Is the only thing I cannot fix
The only thing I cannot regain

When what's causing all this pain
Is a pain all by itself
The pain of losing love
That steals us from ourselves

Oh, the beauty of it
That we've all come to hate
And no matter what we do
No one can prevent fate
drowning in the old pages of a long forgotten journal
Bree17
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Bree17  16/F/nonexistent
(16/F/nonexistent)   
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     Todd Sommerville and Luz
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