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Fewer than none, less than a void I be seedless as grocery store grapes. Empty as the grave I have yet to be buried in. I want I need I burn I am not done. Not yet... I should throw it all away every scrap that is left every parcel and shred of evidence of memory that is my enemy now. Too close to call it a tie, I've been foreclosed upon. That's it, pack it up. They're useless now just let them die.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
Me-enemy
Fewer than none, less than a void I be seedless as grocery store grapes. Empty as the grave I have yet to be buried in. I want I need I burn I am not done. Not yet... I should throw it all away every scrap that is left every parcel and shred of evidence of memory that is my enemy now. Too close to call it a tie, I've been foreclosed upon. That's it, pack it up. They're useless now just let them die.
A war with the self is always worth-while to be waged
asa-d-bruss
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
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