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Jan 2013
I'm someone that shell never see
I'm in a place she'll never be.
Tonight she sleeps in one of these
silent houses
And I type and  re type because I continually doubt it.
It starts with me it ends with her
That's how I choose to live my world.
SJ Reese
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