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Jun 2014
i know.
i know.
my future life
without you in it.
you'll be happy.
and i'll try not to break down.
my limbs will become weak,
my soul will be empty,
and my skin will sag...
and you'll still be happy.
i'll die alone and my body will be buried six feet under this soiled Earth.
and you'll still be happy.
tousled
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