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Jul 2016
I always tried to pull you up,
always tried to help you breathe.

but I knew you didn't really have a choice when you said you had to leave.

the problem with us;
the problem that arose with anyone I had ever chosen

was that you were another pond;
but I had always been the ocean.

(you couldn't help but drown) //
Marles
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Marles  25/F/TN
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