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Mar 2019
I'll hold your hand
If you let go of mine

I'm not doing fine
stop messaging me why

the lucky sound in your voice
brought me down
when I woke up

Tiny sound
Don't think about it now

Haunts me
Night and mornings

White noise
I hate

not so much
now

Trying to drown out the sound
eileen
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eileen
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