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Jun 2019
I pick up the phone
My fingers start to dial
A number I've typed a hundred times
Yet never called
Cause what would I say
That I'm sorry?
That I'm going away?
That you'll never see me again?
No instead I turn it off and set it at my side
Cause I'm not going to die tonight
An answering machine never saved anyone.
Philomena
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Philomena  19/F
(19/F)   
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   Tyler and Johnny Scarlotti
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