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Dec 2015
feet move and in a moment she's gone
my breath leaves me and I am nauseous,
I know there is company more desirable than mine
but still this loneliness breaks my senses
and then when you return you have the audacity to ask me why I seem upset

perhaps its childish for me to be mad
but I never did like the idea of growing up
aeoxi
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aeoxi  ireland
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