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May 2015
I wish I could make you understand.
I wish I could squeeze away your tears,
You seemed only to be lingering,
Now though I see fully,
And now my die is cast, my coin is spent and im out of credits my last chance is ticking down,
I press the button to play again,
Game over.
I can never say how sorry I am,
Or how little it means now,
I love you.
Dishes
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Dishes
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   --- and joel hansen
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