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May 2013
i wish i could love him
the way that I used to
I'm a yawn away but
the bridge is too high
on walls too long, I
cannot love you the
way i used to. But
at the same time
I cry out in despair
don't leave me, I'm
not ready for that.
(c) Brooke Otto
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