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Nov 2012
You left me.
We used to laugh and talk in every room of our house,
Now I rest alone in our bed.
I loved the way you needed me, as I needed you.
But it wasn't real.
You let me love you, and pulled away when I loved you most.
We weren't good together, like I thought we were.
Why does that happen?
Alice Kennedy
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Alice Kennedy  Cambridge
(Cambridge)   
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