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Dec 2018
You might be here
But you feel so far gone,
And with each step we took
You pulled forward
And I pulled back,
Neither of us certain
Which way to go;
Only now that it's too late, may I confess,
I wished you forever were my compass rose.
Emmennarr
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Emmennarr  20/M/California
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     Heather Moya-Lopez, Em MacKenzie and ---
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