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May 2010
I don't know why,
but when I'm high
I can't help my
urges to try
and find you.

You rubbed me in dirt;
I falsely assert
that it didn't hurt.
I still wear your shirt.
I miss you.

I don't know why,
I have tears in my eyes.
now that i'm high,
I think that I
may have loved you.
Written by
Melissa Wessel
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