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Feb 2016
Chin lifted off chest this morning,
You only saw the top of my head for weeks.
But I have no apologies, only truths.
Can you handle the truth of it?
Want to climb in here with me for a day?
No?
OK, all is fine. No problems here.
I’ll keep smiling and you keep not caring.
No expectations, no disappointments.
No questions, no lies.
Cry when it’s too late for tears.
Yeah, this.
Declan Quinn
Written by
Declan Quinn  Derry, Ireland
(Derry, Ireland)   
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   --- and Irfan bin Yusuf Qadri
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