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Apr 2014
I tried
to hold
the shards I had left
I cried
more times
than I could count
I'm not
so good
at being together
I set fire to things
I shouldn't have
But there was no water
to put it out
No storm to chase me
and rain on everything
that I was burning
it only rains quiet blood from my heart
all the little holes poked in it
it finally fell apart
I tried
to be good
I tried
to do the right thing
I tried
to stay
Written by
   Connor Ruther and ---
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