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Mar 2018
the silence you gave is noxious
it's been a year of cautious
now and then i try to find
the fault in my mind

i might know the anger and sadness
and wish to go back to better times
that stems away from the awkwardness
and the action of my crime
- my worst fault is my impatience. being said we have to live on for those we love, regardless of the bad thing happens
tate
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