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Aug 2018
You come and you go.
My door is always slamming.

You go in
And you go out
Never asking for help,
But taking it anyway.

There's no shame
If there's nothing pure to begin with,
If there's nothing I can call mine.
Nathanael Xavier Hueso
Written by
Nathanael Xavier Hueso  San Diego, CA
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