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Feb 2016
Holding back the tears, I
collected my belongings
your belongings
My decision it was, to leave
I want you to stop me

At the door I stand
Arms folded,
out of the window, you gaze
I want you to look at me

I started to pace,
far from you
I would've stayed
*If you just stopped me once
cath
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cath
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