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Oct 2016
the world will still move but my head will ache.
this thought of you gnawing at my brains
in my days, in my sleep, your memory remains.
                                                                                            - g.w
i don't want you, i want you, i don't want you, i miss you.
Greta Wocheski
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Greta Wocheski  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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