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The only thing that grows is the space between. You don't want what this body knows questions pile up evermore What does this mean? Why don't you want me anymore? On and on this suffering plays my heart is its song I ask, "how long?" it doesn't respond.
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
Grasping
The only thing that grows is the space between. You don't want what this body knows questions pile up evermore What does this mean? Why don't you want me anymore? On and on this suffering plays my heart is its song I ask, "how long?" it doesn't respond.
ann-beaver
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
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