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Nov 2017
Three weeks ago, I him I saw him I saw him in a new scene.
He turned around and said he knew me.
He said I told you it was a secret.

Now I’m lying in bed up awake in the middle of the night.
I have got a few things on my mind.
I guess is just that I don’t like the way things are going to turn out.
I have to find away to take this hear t and start again.
-DB
Dulce Berkowitz
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Dulce Berkowitz
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