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Sep 2014
her tears are drying
the echo of his footsteps are long gone
its midnight now
and she's all alone

he was her cave
covering her from the world of lies
now her figure stands so clear
amidst the brush
and she's stuck with all her insecurities

she pleads desperately every night
she doesn't want to endure the scratches
or the ground shaking beneath her feet
the burn of their eyes
it's all to much

but shes stuck
and once again she realizes, she's all *alone
April
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April  22/F/NJ
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     wordvango and Cayla frazier
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