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April 30, 2014

Maybe if I wear the same bland

clothes and make myself blend into your background

I'll still be a piece of your life

but you couldn't care less

if I lives or died

so why put so much effort

into trying to still be a part of you

when you have already burned the last remaints

you had of me.

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