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Oct 2015
She'll never know
how I truly feel.
Because I go
about my business
swiftly and silently.
My heart feels
locked up like
it's been sentenced
to 25 to life.
And there's nothing
I can do to end this strife.
It's like a burning Hell
inside of my head.
She rings my bell
and I feel dead.
But I'm not.
I'm still breathing.
Feeling kind of hot.
Bobbing and weaving
through the jungles
of my love.
John
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John  28/M/New York
(28/M/New York)   
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