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Apr 2018
A call or a text
Is all that I get
When I’m so far away
And it makes me regret
The choices I’ve made
And the places I’ve left
‘Cause in the end
I lose by my own theft.
It’s just sentimentality
That leads me to bleed
Over things I don’t feel
And people I don’t need.
But that will fade too
Til out of the blue
I see your face
And I can’t erase
The feelings I chase
At too slow a pace.
I trip and I stumble
My future - I fumble,
Getting left behind
The walls in my mind.
Written by
Xaha  23/F/SF
(23/F/SF)   
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   --- and JL Smith
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