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May 2018
I sit here wondering in this empty building that is my body and it shakes every time I see your name on my phone. I feel this building decaying with every smile you give him for doing only a third of what I have done to make you happy. The worst of all this is that even if i know this building is going to come down I wont leave it because you've made it home.
Written by
Stephanie Cardena
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