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Feb 2015
A half-baked smile and a love to pretend,
But prior to then, love was nothing more to me than a vacation,
A vacant motivation,
To avoid the means it takes to reach any real end.
A sense of salvation,
But also an element of bitter hope,
To cope with the rope that was tied around my neck.
Written by Cam Smith of Hotel Books
Josh Allen
Written by
Josh Allen  forest city, nc
(forest city, nc)   
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