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Oct 2016
I know it isn't right,
but sometimes I feel it might be alright.
The urge is too severe,
like a curse...
I ruin all that was beautiful with us,
just for my own egotistical reasons,
maybe I'm not worthy of your love no more,
maybe it's time to move on to the open shore.

For both of us.
Pernille Augustson
Written by
Pernille Augustson  25/F
(25/F)   
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     --- and Doug Potter
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