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Oct 2018
I still check on you
I hate it, but it’s true
Why can’t it just go away?
Name the price, I’ll pay
I’m sick and tired of feeling like this
4 years and I still feel like ****?
Honestly if I could talk to you one time
I’d get some closure from you this time
Every other time we spoke
I was holding on to one thing, hope
But today sitting here
I can tell we are too far from that dear
Ben
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Ben  23/M/Tennessee
(23/M/Tennessee)   
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