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Apr 2017
Occasionally I remember who I am
Emotions fade
I sit a little straighter
Smile less
I see into you
Through you nearly
This is when I can take you
Own you.
I'm sorry
That I'm not even a whisper of the word
You've been very bad
But I am *much worse
One Of The Tired Souls
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One Of The Tired Souls  25/F/Colorado
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