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Steadfast
2004-03-11 16:36:21 (UTC)

Wreckage

One by one after the other,
the pieces come crumbling down
from this wall that I built.
And I swear that you will be
the death of me,
or from bitterness
you will have me killed.
Carry my limp body
down from the wreckage.
Drag me down with you.
This is what you wanted.




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