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Sep 2016
It's walking by you;
remembering you is worse
than seeing you now,

and I'm so *******
happy I could **** myself.
Waking up alone.

A message written
so small it barely even
is said to exist.

So when we're alone,
we'd likely feel it this time,
and more than hardly.
Austin Heath
Written by
Austin Heath  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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