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Feb 2020
I couldn't help myself
Addicted to the taste you gave
The way you held my hand
Your fingers through my hair
I felt you
You felt me
You said you'd hold me
And I felt you
Drift away
Breakups can be really hard.  The worst is never the yelling, or fighting, but when a person just shuts themselves off from.  That feeling of hopelessness as you run your fingers along a door that is closed to you forever, and you may never understand why.
Michael Stefan
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Michael Stefan  37/M/Minneapolis
(37/M/Minneapolis)   
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