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Aug 2012
i miss talking to you like i miss writing
their absence is frightening
like something inside is only just alive
like over time it 's fading...
like my reflection in your eyes as i'm forced to walk away
i say
we have our lives ahead of us
but that don't dictate what the distance does to us
I'm afraid of this
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
(clarkston ga)   
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   Jordan DuBree
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