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Aug 2014
Made of glass is my heart,
so please treat it as though FRAGILE were written across my chest.

It has fallen so many times already that I am running low on glue.

Please don't break my heart because this love is my last chance, I just can't bare anymore shards, that tare into my soul like claws.

Please don't break my heart, this pain is becoming all to familiar...
Field Of Moons
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Field Of Moons
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   Joseph Schneider
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