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Oct 2017
Here it is again
   My face hidden in hands
Short time ago
   I was sure I would learn how to let go
The ******* i use upon myself
   In any given day
Reaps such horror
    How can it ever be replaced
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Miss Me  50/F/Texas
(50/F/Texas)   
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