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Dec 2015
The crushing never stops when the thoughts of past paths cross with the sad secure truth. In an instant the pain so real of what I let you steal. I defied natural grace just to have a taste of what blew up in my face. Now I see you still attract the beauty and I all that I want dead to me. I know what's needed to change the coarse of my faint. If I just trust in that small still voice I am safe.
Quinchet
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Quinchet  Allentown, PA
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