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The finale.

My chest hurts.

I tried to keep myself together.

Now I'm at your door.

Now, I'm a snivelling wretch.

I'm so broken.

You're not here

My soul feels like that.

I feel buried.

Well, soon

It'll be the real thing.

I guess.
Written by Mitochondrial (Will lou White)
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