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Nov 2016
my chest hangs over my knees and my head weighs heavy to the floor, I am slowly separating from my body, my limbs, my soul and my smile. and on the days you tell me to linger after not seeing you for years, I wonder how much longer you'd make me keep waiting while you continue to mingle.
Marie-Niege
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