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Nov 2012
I ran home tonight in the dark.
I spoke softly tonight in the dark.
I am broken tonight in the dark.
I feel as though I am not living.
He is the only thing I hold on to.
And yet, he is not even mine.
One day.
Rose Amberlyn
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