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Sep 2012
Coming to the realization
It suddenly becomes clear
I gasp but the air is empty
And regret fills the ambiance instead.

Your depth is no longer pure,
Destroying your intentions with confusion.
Your confusion which wounded so many.
6 months wasted that I'll never get back
Exquisitely Forlorn
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Exquisitely Forlorn
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   victoria
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