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Nov 2013
I've got an ache in my heart, left over from this hate that was ours, we had a thing we called love, turns out pretending's no fun.

I've found a place for my art, Just left of whats left of the shell of myself. A hole's what it's called, burying this, and you, and everyone else.
Ryan's Sky
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Ryan's Sky  Kelowna British Columbia
(Kelowna British Columbia)   
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   Emily Tyler
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