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Jul 2014
You can break me down
to what I am
at my very core
and I guarantee
you will find
nothing.
because every day
that passed without you
tore a little piece from me
and now I'm left alone
standing in the rain
and I don't know where to go.
It's been a month, now.
One month without her. It feels like a year.
r0b0t
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r0b0t  Seattle
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