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Aug 2018
Sitting here in the dense moonlight
I can finally admit to myself that
I never truely loved you

But for sometime i needed you
Someone who knew my pain all to well,

You

A boy who had a fragile heart
And a bruised soul

Thank you
For loving me the way i needed
As your friend.
This is most likely the last poem I'll write about you my dear friend.
Thicket of Thoughts
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Thicket of Thoughts  20/F/Where I'm Supposed To Be
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