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Sep 2015
I've flooded every inch of my brain to rid of how we spent our Summer wrapped around our fingers
and in the illusions we've created for a better future and as hopeful thinkers

But I'll wait here while you're there
while I try to drain those fluids from my head
Regardless of those terrors I will face sleeping alone on my bed
Lara Trujillo
Written by
Lara Trujillo  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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   Amelia Crake and Kyle
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