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Nov 2015
I'm calling it an early night.
I'm ready for sleep.
Hoping my mouth won't hurt in the
morning,
from smoking, eating
and worst of all,
grinding my teeth.
I've tried calling him about 3 times,
just to say;
I miss you and I love you.
Good night, I can't wait to see you.
He didn't pick up.
No service I guess.
So, I'll go to sleep lonely
like I normally do.
Maybe I'll have company in my dreams.
Chameleon
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Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
(29/F/Ohio)   
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