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Feb 2014
i'm dead in the eyes.
the shattered windows to my soul.
everything is twisted,
and through them i cannot see clearly.

the truth is filled with lies,
and my heart is a pitter-pattering
beat, then it dies.

i'm dead in the soul,
the coal shape i contain,
fueling my hatred and sadness,
with nothing to gain.

your mouth is filled with lies,
i believed them.
every single acidic word
seemed sweet to me.
and it was the death i died by.
little bear
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little bear  Arizona
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   Emilie
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