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Apr 2016
Soon, i may be forced,
to look upon this false sense.
Of security called- You.
Pick up the memories,
and refer to us in the past tense.
Finally realizing it's true.

Better not to dwell on those things.
Is this our final goodbye
or just another rewound hi?
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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