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Jan 2017
Or maybe I'm just desperate to talk to someone.
Hold someone's hand.
Chill beside with.
And maybe plan a future with.

Perhaps the problem is really me.
Going after moments and not thinking of the future.
Giving my all and holding nothing back.
Zoning in on this thing and forgetting reality.
LucidLucy
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LucidLucy
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