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Sep 2012
you woke with a fright
to find you were not sleeping
the lies, you're lonely, it's filth
is seeping
into open wounds unmended

pack your bags
you're leaving
to where you do not know
but does it matter?
you say anywhere is more than this,

tell me you'll call when ready
call when you've found your own
Emily
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