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An ode to a tool that without, I would be lost. I would have no purpose.
Submitted:Apr 6, 2011 Reads: 201 Comments: 6 Likes: 3
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Poetry, Poem, Life, Death, Pain, Sad, About, Heart, Hurt, Depression, Hate, Hope, Romance, Sadness, Dark, Loss, Lost, God, My, You, Girl, Alone, Broken, Suicide, Me, Fear, Friendship, Time, Friends, Nature, Anger, Joy, Tears, Dream