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i sort through what is left of me
friends
school
family
you

friends are the brightest memory
they shine into my heart
the one who dies a little more each day
the one who cared until they broke
the one who stands after every beating
the one who hides from the light
the one who never gives up
there arent many but they are stong
they are cracked and worn at the edges
but they are the most real

next is school
that is a dark swirl
fear
pain
madness
something to think about another day

family comes next
the boiling anger
the blood red hatred bottled up
their inability to see
but i forgive them
they are just blind

lastly comes you
you are my world
my everything
nobody else matters
we shared a lifetime in small doses
it will never be enough

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