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Erase my sucky lungs that did a bad job at breathing when she touched me,
Along with all my imperfect edges
And my black soul.
Erase every finger print she littered onto me.
Erase all of my broken memories.
Erase who I am
So I can start from scratch.
- (m.m)
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