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Aug 2016
Will he know I am gone?
Well he even care?
Knowing he won't be long
I run like a wild hare
My home should be my haven
But I feel such disrespect
Many times I just gave in
Not sure wheat he expects
This place I have to myself is perfect
Where I can gather my thoughts
Soon I must face the music
And return like we never fought
True Passion
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True Passion  Toronto
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