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falling down my hands are torn with pieces of cold concrete sidewalk
I cry not for the pain for the sidewalk Ive just stolen its secrets they are more painful than my own
nightmares haunt me pulling at my skin they want to see whats underneath not much very empty am I absolutely unfinished the carpenter forgot that he had started me I was
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