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Jan 2018
i constantly find myself back here
it’s still cold like the way i left it
i left the door unlocked just in case
there’s never any company here waiting on me
no food cooked
i keep saying i won’t be back
and that’s what’s keeping me from remodeling
change the floor from a sandstone to a nice marble
probably not..
that might hurt more for when i come crashing back down next Monday
Brooklynn
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Brooklynn  21/F
(21/F)   
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   Lior Gavra
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