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Apr 2021
But why is it that when I hear that dangerous whisper of “i love you,”
I wind up crawling back to a place /I know/ I don’t belong,
Over and over again.

Oh sweet family,
There’s good in the world,
Just like there is bad,
And I think i’m ready to find it.
verde
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verde  15/F
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