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Jan 2015
How I wish I could **** the demons that that have nested in you.
How I wish you would stop feeding them, they will never be satisfied.

How I wish I could leave you behind.
How I wish you wanted me to stay.

Our story has not reached the final page.
I beg of you not burn the written pages.

We haven’t reached the finish line.
I'm not ready to go back to the start.

How I wish I could stop holding my hands out for you.
How I wish you wanted me to hold my hands out to you.
Nora
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Nora  23/Mars
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