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Oct 2013
it's gonna be a long time
he says, hands clutching his arms
and i want to pry his fingers
away, kiss the tips and
hide him from his fears

not forever, though
i tell him and
i hope he knows that
scars fade but we are both
talking about something bigger
so he smiles and says

*
no, not
forever
he relapsed and i don't ever want to see him not smiling
marina
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marina
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