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Jan 2015
Where did my baby go
She left me here waiting so patiently
The person who came back
Flaunts the same body
But those eyes are haunting me
Vacant of the love once there
Changed like seasons
You stumble around like a bad dream
If I feed you
It does not satiate your resentment
If I touch you
I am but hands through a screen
The Jolteon
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The Jolteon
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   ---, Chase Gagnon, --- and Sombro
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