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Feb 2014
If someone handed me a gun, simply said pull the trigger and then it's done
I wouldn't hesitate, wouldn't stop to say,
Remember that day we went so far, travelled to Mersea in that horrible hire car
We ate cabbage and bacon, started a puzzle,
You said you loved me, and gave me warm cuddles

Now that's all gone, and I've got to a point where I just don't care.
I feel like you've driven me to it, I wish we could go back.
Spending time happily in each others company,
but now thing's are tense, s t r  e   t    c       h         e           d
and strained

I'm drained.
I have got to a point where I really don't care. Vivement septembre, quand je suis plus la.
Lucy
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Lucy  22/F/France
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