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Broken pieces on the floor,
No one can hear your screams behind closed doors.
I'll dry your tears,
And ease your fears.
But i can't promise I'll always be here.
Because a bit more of me is being used each day,
Eventually I'll just whittle away
Not that I'm any thing more then nothingness anyway.

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