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Oct 2018
The empty space I'm seated, is the place inside my heart. The one where I can be alone, when I've been broke apart.
There used to be more love here but now it's empty here inside. The time we used to share here, where our bodies would reside.
Is now just another place, for my despair to dwell. The place I get to call my home, the place I can call hell.
Matthew O'Dowd
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Matthew O'Dowd  33/M/Houston
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