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A barely breathing story, Hear the irregularities of my heart rhythm, Withering inside, Decaying outside, Numb, Edges of my skin clammy, I feel the heartache piercing right through my clavicle, Empty
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
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A barely breathing story, Hear the irregularities of my heart rhythm, Withering inside, Decaying outside, Numb, Edges of my skin clammy, I feel the heartache piercing right through my clavicle, Empty
lerin
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
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