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Mar 2014
Take whats left of me
Take it and throw it away
The filth that stains my heart
Scrub me clean

Take my remains
and make me new
The dark is hungry
Calling my name

And then there's the mirrors
Filled withe regret
It's unfair
I think

Staring at something without
Meaning
Something that just withers
Something that dies

Death is just a reminder
That we're all limited
With expiration date
Katlyn Orthman
Written by
Katlyn Orthman  21/F/Minnesota
(21/F/Minnesota)   
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