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Mar 2019
All your fears come true,
  you were just there in lieu.
A body to warm his bed,
  a soundboard to ease his head.
You always were a placeholder,
  again forced to grow colder.
Soon there will be nothing there,
  no words or love to show you care
I actually can’t do this anymore. Sorry it was you I had to cut out but I can’t do this again.
Caitlin
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Caitlin  F/Ontario
(F/Ontario)   
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