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Jul 2014
Our bodies
Are tired
Tired of
Doing nothing

Our minds
Are blank
Thoughts of death
And hate coming

Our home
Is broken
We always fail
At everything

Our hearts
Are empty
No room for love
Nothing

We did our best
But we still
Ended up
Breaking
i wrote this when i was twelve
Angeli
Written by
Angeli
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   jesse packard
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