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Feb 2014
I miss you.
I'm sorry that I do...
I can't help it though.
I just seem to reap anything I sew.
All I can do is wait here.
While I shed my tears...
I love you so much.
But...
Your words, they feel like cuts.
Zombie Batman
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Zombie Batman
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