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Jul 2013
The insomnia is starting,
the tears are welling up.
The pain is being shoved further down,
the hurt is ignored.
At night I sit waiting- wondering.
At night I want you-
I need you to come save me.
My dear, caress of death.
Liz H
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   Taylor B and Becca DeMateo
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