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Apr 2017
Lost love?
Those memories are like a rusty knife plunged into you.
Deep into your gut.
It twists and turns till you can taste blood.
Until it pulls out only to stab you over and over.
Blood spurting, blurring your vision and your world out.
Such is the pain.
Addicted to it that I keep letting my memories take over me again and again.
The Misconstrued
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The Misconstrued  28/F/Goa
(28/F/Goa)   
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     ---, The Misconstrued and Dana Colgan
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