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Sep 2016
Don't text me back
and don't make the bed
i can't quite stand you after all the foul things you said

can you let me go
because i want to leave
i am too tired
the universe has handed you your reprieve

my mind, my mind, you loosened the chains
now it is me
it is me that remains
Stephanie Grace
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Stephanie Grace  London, England
(London, England)   
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