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Sep 2015
My eyes feel glazed over like a steam covered mirror.
I don't really care if you think you see me clearer.
Than she did.
Because you won't be here long.
I'd hate to hurt you, but I don't need any tie downs right now.
Then again maybe I do, but I don't think that's you.
I don't mean to be cold.
I don't feel that I am.
My priorities are just set in front of me.
Because I can't be like my brother and wait for **** to be done for me.
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