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Dec 2014
I stand on top of my little world
And scream his name
Over and over.
The absence, the want
They drive me insane,
And I wait for the day
I hear the hills echo back
My name.
If only I knew what name to yell... :/
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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