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Apr 2015
I feel like we're growing apart
Like I don't talk to you near as much
As I used to.
Now, I find myself retrieving sustenance.
In silence.
I'm happier alone than I am with people.
I'm awkward in groups.
I'm quieter than I was.
And there's no one for me to open up to.
But if there is...
Please come forward....
Because I need you.
Matthew Bourgeois
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Matthew Bourgeois  Iowa, Louisiana
(Iowa, Louisiana)   
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     Lior Gavra, Xyns and Cecil Miller
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