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Dec 2016
The hot bath water helps me not tonight
This feeling of uncertainty fogs my mind
Like the steam rising up fogs the mirror
Lots of thoughts racing through my head

Hoping we don't just turn to memories
Perhaps it just went too fast
Hoping we are going to last
Perhaps we're really in jeopardy
Written 23 February 2016
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
(28/M/Washington State)   
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