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| Untitled 13 unspoken promises rip my heart to shreds and laugh as they are broken i give and i give with no restraint only to find you were joking left behind as a piece of uselss trash set aside to waste i crumble i cry to myself as i prepare to face the demons that haunt me abandoned by my soul is there a point anymore? ~erika boal |
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