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Nov 2016
It's always weird coming home
To no one,
Knowing I did this
To myself.
It hurts,
Hurts.
It makes me feel like
It's time,
It always feels likes
It's time.
I hate it but,
It keeps me feeling,
At least.
Maybe it is time.
Maybe it was a while ago.
rantipole
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