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Jan 2018
And why would they,
I suppose,
when half the conversations I have
are with myself.
I just thought New Year
meant clean slate.
And if I tried a little love
it would come right back.
But maybe I don’t know
what love is anymore,
because I never seem to show it
without someone getting angry.
And no matter how I try
it never comes back around.
Written by
harlee kae  Elsewhere
(Elsewhere)   
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   --- and Surbhi Dadhich
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