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Nov 2015
“It’s not you, it’s me” they say, laced with *******, faces towards the wall, mumbled under breath and over satellite cell phone waves.
     “I wouldn’t care if it was,” to myself, a breeze to say the half-truth, shrugged shoulders, bitterness in the air
     I’ve never been the kind who cares
I’m supposed to let things go as easily as they were found.
Sea
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Sea  United States
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