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Over-Dramatic

Sometimes lies seem to linger, I cannot help but wonder what was true. I traced your outline with my fingers, where has my sanity gone? I hope you forgive, my reckless heart. I hope you live, without the regrets I face. What was your name? All I can picture is your hands. I wallow in shame, these problems I create.
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anamarie
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May 26, 2012
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