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May 2017

It is fitting perfectly,
missing puzzle piece.
It is not hearing a sob,
"What else do you want from me,"
taking for granted
everything they had to offer.
It is the fluffy stomachs to
lay your head and smell of vanilla.
It is not still crying for someone
that no longer cares for you.
It is waking them up
because your life is falling apart.
It is not finally slowing down
when it is too late.
bluevelvet
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bluevelvet  24/the same as you
(24/the same as you)   
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