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Nov 2017
Been sending myself
Because I'm supposed to.
I've been summoned somewhere else
And I'm going postal.
Most of the time
My mind is trying to concentrate,
But when it comes to you
There's nothing left to
Contemplate.

I know.. I know
We said that we would take it slowly,
But you know me,
How these thoughts arise.
Split down the middle,
It'll hurt like a *****
Just a little bit,
And baby I apologize.
I am not quite cauterized.

Hold on too tight and
Its a white knuckle love,
But I wanna roll on
So let me just buckle up.
Cause I'm in it till the end,
I wanna be your friend.
Even if this is a dream,
Can we play pretend?

I know.. I know
We said that we would take it slowly,
But you know me,
How these thoughts arise.
Split down the middle,
It'll hurt like a *****
Just a little bit,
And baby I apologize.
I am not quite cauterized.
Brody Thompson
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Brody Thompson  22/M/Canada
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