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Han Feb 2017
I was lost in him,
Like he was a destination that I'd never been to,
Like all roads lead to him,
But once your there,
The roads are a jumbled mess with no way back.
I was so lost in him,
A GPS was no help.
I **** at writing, but I'm bored and I can not stop thinking about him.

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