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Oct 12
Why do I recite
Conversations every night
Waiting to be told
What's wrong or right

You used to hold me dear
Whisper nothings in my ear
Where did it all skew so…
I remember singing this into my notes as I drove down a dark, windy road.
Still,
Where did it skew?
It doesn’t and didn’t matter
6 months later I’m able to admit
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pleblderblerbmerbcschrb  22/fatigue
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