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Nov 2015
Not even five minutes after you left I puked
Threw up all the things I should have said
Rid myself of the possibility that we'd ever be together again
Spat out the cold sad reality that we'd probably never be again
Josephine
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Josephine  Bridge City
(Bridge City)   
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