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Dec 2012
I don't owe you.
Not a **** thing.
But still you're in my mind.
Surfacing from anything.
I hear your voice.
It burns deep into my chest.
But you no longer speak to me.
And I know it's for the best.
You did this.
It wasn't me.
You ******* it up.
Now why do I feel guilty?
Carter Ginter
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Carter Ginter  23/Trans/Wisconsin
   Amber, Candide Bailey, ---, ---, Damaged and 13 others
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