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Jul 2016
I don’t mind being haunted
But did it have to be you?
Your voice, so sweet.

It almost makes me forget
The things you’re saying to me.

It almost makes me forget
Why I tied these cinder blocks to my feet
And jumped into the river.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
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