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Jan 10
next weeks the last
before the day she's gone
i think i may break
don't know how to go on

she had an extension
a few added weeks
we're almost out of time
i guess every relationship peaks

i won't hear her laugh
can't joke through the pain
can't talk to her daily
to hide from my brain

i think i may break
to the ******* my left
i'll miss you
Bree17
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