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I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.

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There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.
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There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
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Hurt Myself Time
Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.
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He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.
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Cage Freedom Myself Open

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