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Apr 2016
Sometimes it's easiest to forget,
Forget the ones who left,
Left without a trace,
A trace of why they came,
Came to leave once more,
More pain to come to just be bored,
Bored of life and how it's been,
Been cold and lonely till the end,
The end is here for those who left,
Left for good, for us to forget.
I'm kind of messed up
Kambry Wilson
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Kambry Wilson  Pennsylvania
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