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Feb 2014
Limb by limb,
Until only my thoughts
Will remain scattered.
Does it make you laugh
To know how broken
I really am?
Maybe if i hang myself
With the finest tie
In my fathers closet,
And wear an outfit that my mother
Thought i looked nice in,
They will pretend to give a ****.
DontLoveMeImBroken
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DontLoveMeImBroken  WI
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   Cassie Stoddard, Emily and Mary
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