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Aug 2017
It's 3am the world is slient,
there are no birds cherpping
no police sirens or buzzing cars,
it's a peaceful quiet neighborhood....

I hear the rings echoing in my head,
her laugh still plays it's Melody,
my joy fleeting fast.
its all so deafening.
I am restless.
I close my eyes
another man is gripped in her arms.
Sharing those laughs I adore,
that joy I missplaced,
and I'm miserable
in disbelief
I accept my fate
That I deserve this punishment.
kyle Shirley
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kyle Shirley  25/M/Kalamazoo
(25/M/Kalamazoo)   
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