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Jan 2022
I can never unremember discovering how much we both loved 3eb
that day in your bed at the yellow house.
Maybe that’s when I should have known
that I could never have you.
You knew that before I did.
I'm the one that's
Stupid.
And there’s still this
BURNING.
Like there’s always been?
I’ve always felt so alone.
I’m not sure that I’ve ever felt
Alive.
Mandi Wolfe
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Mandi Wolfe  34/F/Athens, Ohio
(34/F/Athens, Ohio)   
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