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Jun 2018
I’m not convinced it’s gonna change
I wish I was farther out of range.

I can’t even write a ******* poem
I won’t even think about going home.

Maybe someday when we’re through
I’ll know for sure it was all on you.

But until that day the blame’s on me -
Always is, always will be.
Written by
Xaha  23/F/SF
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