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May 2017
I turn my back
Without glaring
Heartbroken
Half-crying
Knowing that I will never be called back.
It's painful.
But I know it's the right thing to do.
I meet the end.
The finish line of madness.
I hope I wouldn't meet you again halfway.
Thank you.
Alaska Young
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Alaska Young  Paper Town
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