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Nov 2013
And everything i've ever known is slipping through my ******* fingers
I clutch onto the tail end of every word i've ever said
every sentence is something that is tumbling from my mouth
nothing connecting and dots
but intrinsically linking them, into a web of non sense.
N T
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   sinderella
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