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Feb 2016
There is a certain agony in falling towards loving you
Once there was suprise and aw and now I'm standing here confused
I miss the days you'd give me flowers
Or rub nose to nose
I miss when I was all you wanted
Yet now I'm here alone
You said you need space
You said you think this isn't the end
You said I'm here to stay
But who's to speak for me?
Where is my own dignity?
Grace Pickard
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Grace Pickard  21/F/Reno, Nevada
(21/F/Reno, Nevada)   
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