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Mar 2014
broken wood,
broken tile,
caved roof.

broken heart,
broken trust,
shattered truth.

i build myself,
but my tools are lost,
along with my mind.
i try, try, and try.
but why?

i build myself,
but only to be and feel
utterly broken.
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Unknown  Cincinnati, OH
(Cincinnati, OH)   
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   Pushing Daisies
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