loss, by Hunter Backlund Subscribe to rss feed for Hunter Backlund

a pinch to the skin
emotionally wounded
reallity blured

they left you alone
they were left behind and dead
but not dead to you

a piece is removed
no object can fill its place
shatered from a loss
Posted: 2010-05-26 21:01:45 UTC

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