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Her eyes were wet. Her soul: a wreck. There was no fixing her heart. She fell to her knees, Unable to breath, And finally fell apart.
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
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Her eyes were wet. Her soul: a wreck. There was no fixing her heart. She fell to her knees, Unable to breath, And finally fell apart.
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
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