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Oct 2016
I let it slip
The thing that hurt me most,
And that is you.
Drunk and unashamed
I see to let it out.

I don't think about you most days
But minor days I do
Then for a while,
When I'm in this mood
All I think about is you
Jamie
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Jamie
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