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Mar 2019
Never at a normal hour,
or a scheduled time,
each one has a certain power
that leaves me with a mountain to climb.

It matters not, who calls who.
Each one draws on too long,
Because I don't want to hang up on you.
Each one makes me feel wrong.

The hard truth remains
I'm too afraid to say
that  my feelings toward you have changed.
Written by
John  20/M/moving foward
(20/M/moving foward)   
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