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Jul 2018
I miss being yours
You seem like the person
Where when I say I'm hurt
You say “good”, and move along
But I'm addicted
To the thought of changing your mind
Rather than accepting what I cannot change
I find myself down a familiar path
Of holding on to the past
The amazing memories
The happiest I've ever been
For it all to just be ripped away from me
Again
Liz
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Liz  25/F
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   Fawn and Austin Ryskamp
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