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Apr 2015
GO!
Throw yourself a line.
Give yourself a reason to lie, to lie to me.
If that’s what brings you comfort.
If that’s what you really need.
I’m so used to giving into what you want,
I could do this in my sleep.
So many restless nights.
So many reasons why.
I should’ve left you to your own devices.
I should’ve left you to die.
But you have this way with words
that binds me like a curse.
It’s been years now that I haven’t heard your voice
and yet the cadence still ******* hurts.
Luke
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Luke  25/M/Ballina, Australia
(25/M/Ballina, Australia)   
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