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Sep 2019
The feeling of loneliness is slowly crawling back up my spine,
to my brain, down to my heart,
about my legs, on down to my toes and
back around again. A viscous cycle.
I think not!
Over, never.
Round & round I go, till it gets tired.

Or I eventually go numb.
Gone for to long, away to far. Oh, how I missed you.
Andrea Armstrong
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Andrea Armstrong  F/Louisiana
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