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It's never completely there to begin with, it never was. Occasionally a piece is ripped, exposed. Bit by bit i've lost all but one. It's real dry, barely there, a feeble cry. Don't let me turn to dust.
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
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It's never completely there to begin with, it never was. Occasionally a piece is ripped, exposed. Bit by bit i've lost all but one. It's real dry, barely there, a feeble cry. Don't let me turn to dust.
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
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