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Apr 2018
Way too many times
I get lost inside my head,
Remembering those days
Getting lost with you instead.
Losing track of time -
I know I've been misled.
Chasing down those feelings
That you knew I needed fed.
There's no point in dwelling
On words you never said;
No point in building memories
On conversations left for dead.
10.20.2017
not a substitute for sleep
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not a substitute for sleep  33/F/mt juliet, tn
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