25. Unstitch

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O                            
R                                
L                                     I
D                                          S

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O           A
M             P
I             A
N             R
G            T

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C
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D

A
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 T
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A
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                                       S

 We
Have
Been
Torn
Apart

 So I take this needle, and I begin to work,
I refuse to let this fall apart…
I’ve never sewn before,
But I won’t let you move from this dream.

 I start to stitch our skin,
to keep it all together…

 to keep us both together...

Why is this all coming undone?

The End

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