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Mar 2013
My lack of loyalty is destined to leak through the cracks.
After a while,  they still manage to want me back.
In hindsight,  I should have caught your sadness.
For all the happiness seeps right through my fingers.
It's like water passing me by, nothing to hold on to.
Yet I'm always searching for the pail.
Written by
Micaela
651
   Emanuel Martinez and st64
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