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Nov 2016
scraped knees and
blurry vision;
romanticizing nothing
that really mattered,
but it doesn't really
matter anymore; you
used to take me too
seriously and now he
laughs at all my jokes.

you can hear her dog
snoring from your bed-
room; i can hear you
whining from your
rocking chair. you
keep saying you are an
artist. i don't know
about that.
frances love
Written by
frances love  22/M/fort myers, florida
(22/M/fort myers, florida)   
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   Dana Colgan and Azaria
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