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My undoing is you. My unbecoming is certain. I had my hopes up. But you undid them too. My undoing is yours. You strip me till I'm plain and cold, filled of nothingness. The meaning is differed the undoing of history the undoing of life. My soul is filled of gold. It's getting chipped but the undoing of your cold hands. Your my undoing. My my unbecoming
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
The Undoing
My undoing is you. My unbecoming is certain. I had my hopes up. But you undid them too. My undoing is yours. You strip me till I'm plain and cold, filled of nothingness. The meaning is differed the undoing of history the undoing of life. My soul is filled of gold. It's getting chipped but the undoing of your cold hands. Your my undoing. My my unbecoming
Trina
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
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