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May 2016
I am looking to all these faces and I can pick you out every time with the smile that you once drew me in with and where the lies once erupted from your mouth hidden behind that voice which I cherished and now when I look to you I see the husk you left behind and as I hold on it I realize slowly that it is just a husk I am sorry that you are no longer who you were the thing my naivety fell for and as I see walking away from me I reach out to see if there is something left behind my hand goes through like the ghost you are I now Here on my knees trying to hold back wanting to tell you everything and as my last tear falls down my face I come to grips that my dreams of are nothing just like me
Zack Witzig
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Zack Witzig  26/Canada
(26/Canada)   
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