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Mar 2017
i know that you have to leave soon
that maybe all the time we spent together meant nothing
to me, it meant something
you always tell me we'll make the most of it
and the thing is i hate you for that
now everywhere i go, i will see your face in the crowded room
your smell will linger everywhere
and the thing is you won't be here anymore
my mind will always run back to one thing,
you
1/18/17
nat
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nat
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