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Feb 2014
there is a finality
a fatality
a dullness that wasn't there before
I know it, I see it
I don't move you anymore
there is nothing
I can give
or gain

"I think I'm done now"
"I think I've lost you"

there is a vacancy
a deficiency
my heart doesn't quite fit to yours
it kills me, I made this
and breaking

I'm sorry

*I think I'd drown in the spill of blood
Written by
frances  21/F/Manchester
   James Jarrett
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