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Sep 2014
Over the course of three years
I've learned to love,
lose and let go

A week to love, a day to lose; two years and eleven months and two weeks and six days to let go

or pretend so

You've become my most avoided
daily deadly thought
and the distorted remains of your voice
my most hated mainstream song

My hands have turned into new borns
for never touching since you left

my heart has become
a clockwork one
so tired of not being able to heal
it's own **scars
Written by
adshimabuko  PerΓΊ
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