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May 2018
You built worlds
Out of keystrokes
I spent my life there
Resting my head
On the pillow next to yours
Running
So far away from the life
That trapped me
Into the fire
That you lit inside of me
Out of the frying pan
You make art
Pretty perching Ravens
I wanted them on my wall
Next to the girl smoking the moon
Purchase denied: No reason given.
Break my heart
One last time
You were my home
Even though
You Lied, Love
I'll miss you always, my dearest Jenny
One Of The Tired Souls
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One Of The Tired Souls  25/F/Colorado
(25/F/Colorado)   
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