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Apr 2013
I have kept you here
for too long, asking
for things you can
not even give, i have
not loved you properly
and have self-righteously
shouted to the world
what not to do in
love when I
am just as
much at
fault.
(c) Brooke Otto

Emptying my drafts.
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