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Mar 2015
it's the inevitable conversation
what do we do?
and once again there's no answer...

months and months of the same conclusions
months and months of the same words
for absolutely nothing

you're like the fountain of youth
all time is gone when I'm with you
I'm constantly quenched

we both know this is wrong
but we both don't really care
we just want what we want and it's never enough
Raina
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Raina  Burlington, VT
(Burlington, VT)   
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