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1d
it was all my fault
you didn't do anything wrong
I take the blame for everything
that went wrong

i'm sorry, i'm sorry,
too little too late there was nothing
nothing left to bury my head in
no shell to hide in

my little green armor
shattered to segments, serving no
purpose but to please. its making me
crazy.
Written by
ms hitt  Agender/USA
(Agender/USA)   
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   Ben Noah Suri
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