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Apr 2017
In my rush to empty you from me

I spilled a small drop of myself

I'll keep pouring you away...

Perhaps the parts of me that spill with you

Were never really me.
Sometimes it hard to let go away of people who seem to almost be a part of you; at times it almost feels like you're letting go of a little of yourself.
Written by
Collins  24/Auckland
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