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Apr 2014
We scream our names in the wind
Only to have it thrown back in our faces.
We paint our faces and scar our souls
To keep our shaky graves
And never let our death be forever.

For the love of god
Let this summer be eternal
Because I don't know if I can survive
This winter with out you.
elizabeth brotzman
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elizabeth brotzman
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