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Sep 2018
I was hoping time would extend a little longer
Feel it sliding out of my grasp
What do you believe will happen now?
A question I am anxious to ask.

I am scared silence will be your reply
Give my own answer to the sun
It is not until the moon ascends
I realize you also are afraid there are none.
I hate my own thoughts.. Why am constantly torn up by doubt and indecision? I ruin everything good I have by overthinking it.
Amanda Kay Burke
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Amanda Kay Burke  29/F/Alaska
(29/F/Alaska)   
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     ---, Triste and Brandon Conway
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