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Feb 2016
Things don’t ever really end.
Never. Ever.
You really just ALWAYS have to continuously find your own way of closure. However partial or incomplete.
Deficient.
Closure deficiency.
One day it will be unnecessary to force that type of “end to it all.”

As I hold some other guy's hand and he asks me if I'm okay. My lips tell lies as my mind spins whirlwinds through the past.
K Ann
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K Ann
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   Ryan Hoysan
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