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If I am like a book Then he scribbled into the margins with ink And so, I tore the pages out to get rid of him But I never felt like me again So I kept ripping and ripping into myself And now I am just an empty shell And I have nothing else to rip But at least my cover is pretty
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
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If I am like a book Then he scribbled into the margins with ink And so, I tore the pages out to get rid of him But I never felt like me again So I kept ripping and ripping into myself And now I am just an empty shell And I have nothing else to rip But at least my cover is pretty
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
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