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Aug 2015
It was short
I went over to the table
It was my only shot
My friends made me
I wanted to back out
It was important
Though I wanted to shout
I whimpered for a few
You tried to make me feel alright
But inside I felt chewed
I knew I was *******
And you spit me out
And you lunged me out of the socket
You threw me off your pocket
I felt locked up
Attached myself
And you detached me
I drought that knot in my heart
I feel wrong in the head
That was my one shot
And I missed you
That was the knot
And you untied me vastly
K G
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K G  21/M/Long Island
(21/M/Long Island)   
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