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Aug 2017
I want to SCREAM at the top of my lungs
I want to jump up and down
waving my arms about
I want to grab him and shake him

But I know it wont help

He doesn't see it anymore
the love we used to have
its just a memory to him
and I can't figure out
why he thinks its so out of reach
to have again

IT IS RIGHT HERE

Yeah we went through some ****
and we had to set some
stuff on the shelf
but it didn't move
its just sitting here

please just come and get it
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Missouri, USA
(Missouri, USA)   
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     Deb Jones, --- and ---
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