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Nov 2012
Thoughts in my head
With these unkempt promises
These thoughts are unfed
The needless memories

Wish I can forget
But there is something more
I keep picking at it, like a bleeding sore
You're the air I breath

Can't fight this feeling
Wish I can change things
Wish I can stop seething
Guess time will only tell
Michael Sorley
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Michael Sorley  Rancho Cucamonga
(Rancho Cucamonga)   
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