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MyLifeIsRiggs

Published: Jun 9, 2010

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The glue is drying up,
The pieces are falling apart 
Why wont they stick together,
The fragments of my heart

One by one they fall
Tears gush for every piece
Slicing at my soul
As I see the glue slowly decrease

The vortex of kinship
Once swirled them together
But the gross white paste
Can't last any more weather

It brought to my knees on my strongest day
The voices of the past slowly turn to gray
I hear their whispers, the voices cutting at my ears
I break out and protest, the cover of my fears

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