yOU TOrE DOwn
The HoUse Of CARds
i Was buiLdiNg
In The sAnd
spoKE tO Me
AnD waS wIth Me
But i DoNt
UndERsTanD
An All Of ThiS
An All ivE Done
It Was NeVEr
WhAt i planEd
this
pUsHed And puLlEd
AnD quieTly sChOoLEd
tO OnlY FeEL
YOur HaNd
tiLL NotHinGS LEft
WIth FeEliNgs
ONly HoStILe
RePreMaND
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