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May 2015
In this world we are all distant.
Can you see what your missing
a life with me, but is that the life you pictured yourself living.
Well its the life I wanted, now im livid.
Maybe this is way I force the alone. Its been cold, and I enjoy the winter.
When she finally shes what is missing, so much time will have passed she wont know what hit her.
its not me, its you. Maybe your thoughts are crossed, without your compass its raining and your ship is lost.
your typical *** tattoo lied, I know you can still sink.
Giano M Hurtado
Written by
Giano M Hurtado  Chattanooga, Tennessee
(Chattanooga, Tennessee)   
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   Emily L
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