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Oct 2015
I know this place.
This is the place of where wasted tears meet
broken promises,
The intersection of lost and found.
How strange that in finding ourselves we're losing one another.
This cross road is one I've visited before.
This feeling that once left me floored now makes me feel sick and forlorn.
But for now I need you.
But for now I still love you.
Ryan M Hall
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Ryan M Hall  23/M/Davis, CA
(23/M/Davis, CA)   
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   mark cleavenger
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