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Sep 2016
I woke up with the need
To breathe
Heaving
thinking of you leaving
No transition
Point to your position
Tell me what you want
I can't let you haunt
We're not like this
I thought you'd miss
Me
Us
We

I want nothing more, nothing less
I'm sorry i got us into this mess
I thought this Monday would be the worst
It was actually the best
With the onset of a tuesday,
pain found its way.
Anna Starr
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Anna Starr  21/NYC
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