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Jun 2019
i held your hands,
mine couldn't stop shaking.
careless but careful,
of the life they were taking.
drunk, missed appointments,
trips to my apartment,
opened my door,
i felt your disappointment.
i can't count all the times,
that i've wanted to stay.
almost just as much,
as I've wanted to go.
charles
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charles  31/M
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