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Feb 2019
It feels like it will
never end with these friends
until it does
until we barely
keep in touch
until every inside joke
or hug
I can't remember
how did it feel
to be apart of them
wait I'm alone now.
Irate Watcher
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Irate Watcher  30/F/Denver
(30/F/Denver)   
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