what we lost

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knock down these doors...
i want to come to your town.
i constantly split my seams and have to spend countless hours sewing them back together.
coincidentally,
my sewing machine always seems to malfunction.
is this truth or dare?
im stuck on a one way street...
one with potholes and everything.
can we create our own legacy?
there is not enough room in the elevator for me.
i'll have to take the stairs.
a tear fell form the ceiling...
it hit me on my forehead.
it is my mother crying.
she keeps me from breaking love in half.





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